ETERNITIES BEFORE THE END “Nothing awaits you.”  But what awaits me?  Avius Csarathaire realised that he was dead. Yet Brother Cinder’s blazing soul, ever defiant, rebelled. The warrior could not move. His armour, perhaps? Yes, it must be that. The armour, rigid metal, impeding his motion. No, you fool. Ignorant fool.  His mind’s voice spat, laced with spite. Go away, please. The Wood Elf shut his eyes and grit his teeth, feeling the tightness of his right arm instinct