The Shard unleashes the immense magical charge it contains.
Focusing through the lens into a single beam of iridescent energy, it blasts clean through the wounded Ironhide, causing its flesh to begin disintegrating.
The army charges forth as they see the beast fall, intent on defeating it as it lands.
Burnt, blasted, pierced and maimed, Ironhide cannot withstand the onslaught for long. In its wild, hate-filled eyes, not a single echo of fear or remorse is seen.
And in the aftermath, from deep inside the mangled carcass, Commander Glory walks out, carrying the earthly remains of his greatest pupil. Sir Valiance.
The body was consecrated and laid to rest in his tomb. The small note on the door removed, for his body had at last been recovered.
Commander Glory returned to his rest as well, to oversee his newest band of legendary heroes - those brave men who died on board the Stormherald, to sell their lives in order to buy victory for the Empire.
And what of our heroes?
Well…>please write your epilogues