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would rip the man limb from limb with her own two hands.
    Vaulting off Lightning, she tackled the leader head first. He reared back to punch her and Vhalla dodged, bringing her knee up hard between his legs. The wind left him, and Vhalla pushed him off her. He stumbled off the stage with a menacing groan and a string of colorful words. She drew her sword fearlessly.
    The crackle of ice lit up the air and Vhalla turned. But where the assistant had been was now nothing more than a charred mark on the ground, the temperature of the square rising by several degrees.
    “Move and die!” Fritz shouted, holding out a hand to one of the remaining two Inquisitors. Jax was poised, ready to attack the other.
    “Wh-who are you?” The leader scrambled away, looking between Vhalla and the Firebearer on the horse.
    “The Fire Lord.” Aldrik threw down his hood, staring down the man who suddenly looked like nothing more than an ant beneath a mountain. He held out a hand and fire crackled off his finger, setting the leader ablaze.
    Vhalla was expecting some further retaliation, but the remaining assistant by the stage fell to his knees and brought his face to the dusty ground. No one seemed to be able to process this reaction.
    “My lord, my lord,” the man wailed. He turned his face upward, looking to Aldrik as though he were a god. “You have returned from the Father’s halls to save us.”
    “Are you really who you say you are?” An elderly man moved away from the mother grieving over her fallen son.
    “I am.” Vhalla looked on at the broken family in sorrow, wishing she could reverse the clock. “We are.”
    “We can’t believe them,” snarled one of the Inquisitors, a blonde Southerner who viciously stared down Fritz.
    “She is Vhalla Yarl,” Geral spoke up. “I would know that mess of hair from anyone.”
    “You live,” the other Inquisitor Jax was threatening spoke with awe. “It’s true, the Prince of Mhashan lives.” The Westerner dropped to her knees as well.
    “Vhalla Yarl,” the mother hiccupped her name softly. Everyone turned. “Will you end this?”
    “I will,” she vowed without hesitation. Her people looked to her, and Vhalla would never fail them again. Vhalla jumped back onto the stage, addressing Paca. “The fires of Solaris, the fires of justice, burn bright and hot. The sun is rising, and it will cast this darkness from the earth. We will end the Supreme King.
    “We ride to Hastan.” She barely noticed that Aldrik gave her an odd look from the corners of his eyes, but Vhalla was too focused on reassuring those gathered to give it much heed. “We will ensure the East stands with us, with the West, and the North! And we will end this.”
    “So stand with Solaris, or die with the false king,” Aldrik decreed.
    “The West harbors no love for the false king,” the nearest Inquisitor assistant spoke. “I am glad to kneel with my Emperor.”
    “You’re pardoning them?” the grieving mother shrieked.
    Vhalla looked between her and Aldrik uncertainly.
    The Emperor took a long and slow breath through his nose. “Why did you serve the false king?”
    “My daughter was in the Tower,” the man answered. Vhalla noticed the other Westerner shift, bowing her head. The family resemblance was suddenly apparent. “The King said she would remain safe if her family answered his call for Inquisitors.”
    “And you?” Aldrik had noticed the apparent familial connection between the two Westerners and he turned to the Southerner.
    “I-I-” the man stuttered. “There was no other choice. This or die.”
    The Westerner to Vhalla’s left narrowed his eyes some, but he didn’t say anything. Vhalla keenly remembered Daniel’s description of the state of the capital. She understood many likely couldn’t understand what the Inquisitors had faced.
    “Are your hearts loyal to Solaris?” Aldrik asked.
    The three gave their affirmation.
    “Then I will pardon you.”
    “On one condition!” Vhalla