Rob HainesA battlefield of ash and bone, before we stand - blessèd, god-touched, weeping - before Miquella's high throne
To the heights of Enir-Ilim, where we prepare to go to war with a demigod
The spiralling architecture of the highest city
At last to the steps of Enir-Ilim, where Kind Miquella reigns
Divine trees, and cities that spiral to the heavens
A paradise of long-lost ruins, overgrown and full of dangers
A hidden valley wends through the shadow of an ancient city of spirals
Jagged peaks, grand arches, and icy gaols beneath the earth