We returned to the waking world to find Mordremoth still alive; its essence took shelter inside Trahearne, and there was no way to finish off the dragon without also killing the marshal. At his urging and with great regret...I ended Trahearne's life. Mordremoth was destroyed—once and for all. The dragon's death sent an enormous wave of magical energy across the entire jungle; it remains to be seen what effect this wave will have on the region, and the entire world. But that mystery can wait for tomorrow. Right now, we have more important things to get done: to remember those we've lost, to heal those who were hurt, to care for those who survived. The losses and sacrifices we've endured...this victory has to be worth the price we paid. We must make them count. I don't know what the future holds, but we must be prepared for whatever awaits us.