One face was their Queen, the second face staring back from the Queen's soul was one they knew all too well, a face that had haunted the geopolitical power of the continent for decades.
As the realization dawned on them, the Paragons, who had previously been lax and dismissive of the King's paranoia, tensed as one.
The name passed through their minds, ringing like a death bell "Osita"
They had a thousand questions, how could a soul bear two faces, does this have something to with Osita recent banishment, and how are the two events were woven together, but they were warriors enough to know that answers were a luxury for the victorious. Understanding that the situation was now dire beyond measure, they took up their positions.
