Few have had the chance to see a star die. Spots of cold, lifeless darkness cover the fiery form of the Lanter

Few have had the chance to see a star die. Spots of cold, lifeless darkness cover the fiery form of the Lantern King, growing, devouring, and with a dull moan, settling onto the ground in a cloud of coal-black dust.

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But a moment later, right where the Eldest's crown lay burning, another shining image is born. It grows, glowi

Few have had the chance to see a star die. Spots of cold, lifeless darkness cover the fiery form of the Lanter
But a moment later, right where the Eldest's crown lay burning, another shining image is born. It grows, glowi