Rook walked into the kitchen and saw Lucanis organizing his weapons on the table.

"How are the knives coming?"

Lucanis looked up. Seeing her, he shook his head and sighed, "Rook, this isn't going to work."

Rook tightened her jaw, "we're going to make it work."

Lucanis slammed the dagger he was holding onto the table. He exclaimed, "they moved the moon. We're in over our heads. That's not magic you can fight with a blade. You're putting your life in our hands. My hands. All I know is death."

Rook reached out and caressed his cheek, "listen, I know we'll get through this."

Lucanis sighed, briefly putting his hand over hers. He brought her palm to his lips, kissing it. He brought their joined hands down between them, his thumb gently messaging a circle on the back of her hand. He softly murmured, "optimism is your best and worst quality, Allona."

He paused and looked into her eyes and said, "If I have to kill every blighted creature in Thedas to keep you safe, I will."

Rook stepped closer. Lucanis used his free arm to snake around her waste, pulling her against him. She looked at him, "you don't have to do everything alone"

"I'm never alone anymore," Lucanis scoffed.

"You know what I mean," Rook said. She leaned forward, giving him a soft kiss, "I'll be here for you."

Lucanis said in a thick voice, "don't make promises you might not be able to keep"

"Lucanis… i…"

"Don't." Lucanis took her face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Ending the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers, murmuring, "Whatever it it takes. I won't miss this time."

Rook raced to the tentacle wrapping around Lucanis. This was not going how she envisioned. She pulled, yelling, "Lucanis! I got you!"

Suddenly, she felt something wrap around her ankle and yank. She was being pulled down the steps like a rag doll, grunting with each step she hit. She was hauled up in the air by one of Ghilan'nain's tentacles. Hanging by one ankle, upside down, she saw Lucanis was able to escape the hardening blighted tentacles. Thank the Maker for small miracles…

Rook was spun to look at the looming ancient elven goddess.

"Behold your current age! Fragile! Aimless! Lost!" Rook struggled to try to free herself. She could see Lucanis with Spite's winged aid fly into a better perch. She could only hope that Harding was finding a place to get an optimal shot.

And still, the goddess spoke, "we are the only beings in this world who can cleanse and tame the Blight! Use it rebuild the old glories! You've done naught but destroy them!"

Rook squirmed to try and face Ghilan'nain. Struggling to catch her breath, she snarled, "you and Elgar'nan are trapped by the past just like Solas. You had your chance. Each one of you."

Panting. Shakey breaths. Pain.

"And we don't owe you A THING!"

Rook heard Lucanis yell and turned her head to see Spite's wings flap and Lucanis taking flight, dagger in hand, towards Ghilan'nain. She sucked in a breath when she saw a large a tentacle rise up and slam Luca in's against a piece of wall, before encircling his body.

The elven goddess turned her attention back to Rook. Rook glared at her, anger and frustration filling her. She glared at the emotionless, masked face before her. Rook felt her body being shaken, her hair flying in her face, as Ghilan'nain writhed from an arrow hit.

"Harding!" Rook watched in horror as two of the goddess's tentacles lashed forward, piercing the dwarven scout's body. But still, the brave young woman continued shooting her arrows into the flesh of the goddess. Rook opened her mouth into a wordless scream as she watched Harding succumb to her wounds and fall back, and into a glowing red pit of blight.

Like the Crow she knew he was, Lucanis took the distraction of Ghilan'nain to make his move. It felt like Rook was watching in slow motion as he flew through the air towards them. Landin on the goddess's chest, Rook watched as Lucanis plunged the glowing, lyrium dagger deep into her chest.

Ghilan'nain's cries reverberated across the ruins.

Bright blue glowing light illuminated the area as Ghilan'nain started thrashing about. The tentacle wrapped around Rook's released, flinging her away. She briefly thanked the Crow training for a somewhat safe landing. She would have suffered a lot more from falling with such force.

Rook watched, still crouched on the ground, as Ghilan'nain fell to the ground. Lucanis ran and helped her to stand, briefly cupping her cheek with his hand. They turned to look at the gods.

Elgar'nan turned toward his fallen sister, disbelief coloring his voice, "no…."

"We had,," she gasped out, "such plans, Elgar'nan."

With that, her final words, her head fell back against the stone.

Elgar'nan turned towards Rook, his red lyrium dagger clenched in his hand. Through gritted teeth, he growled, "you will regret this" before turning and walking away, disappearing in a flash of bright light and lightening.

The blade in Ghilan'nain's chest still burned brightly with the bright blue light. The air was growing unstable. It felt like particles of lightening shocks were prickling over Rook's skin,

The light from the blade grew brighter.

"The Fade!" Bellara yelled. "It's still ripping itself apart!"

Emmrich called out, "the dagger! Rook, you must break its contact with Ghilan'nain!"

She struggled to crawl to the dagger. The pressure and flow of the magic exuding from the fallen goddess pushing against her. Her fingers reached out and wrapped around the hilt.

A sudden bright flash of white and blue light.

And Rook was gone.