Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.

I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.

War is all and king of all

Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.

For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.