The mountain path was steep, winding its way through jagged cliffs and treacherous ravines. The air grew colder with each step, the wind whipping around Edrik and Lyra as they pressed onward. The Black Citadel loomed above them, its dark silhouette a menacing presence against the stormy sky. It was a fortress built from the bones of the mountain itself, its spires clawing at the heavens as if in defiance of the gods. The closer they got, the more Edrik could feel the oppressive weight of the dark magic that emanated from it, a suffocating presence that threatened to crush his resolve.

Edrik’s thoughts were consumed by Kara. Every step he took felt like a step closer to her, but also a step deeper into the heart of darkness. He had fought hard to keep the fear at bay, but the thought of what she might be enduring twisted his heart in knots. She was his sister, the one person in this world who truly understood him, and the idea of her suffering was unbearable.

Beside him, Lyra moved with a quiet intensity, her eyes fixed on the path ahead. She could sense the turmoil within Edrik, but she knew better than to offer words of comfort that might break his fragile focus. They both knew what was at stake, and there was no room for doubt.

As they rounded a final bend in the path, the entrance to the Black Citadel came into view. A massive, iron gate stood before them, its surface rusted and pitted with age, but still formidable. The gate was flanked by towering statues, their stone faces twisted into expressions of agony and despair, as if the very rock had been carved from the souls of the damned.

Edrik’s heart pounded as he approached the gate, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “This is it,” he said, his voice low and steady. “We go in, we find Kara, and we get out. Whatever happens, we stick to the plan.”

Lyra nodded, her expression grim. “Stay close. The magic here is strong, and it’s not just Alaric we have to worry about. This place… it’s alive in ways we can’t fully understand.”

Edrik took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. With a nod to Lyra, he pushed against the heavy gate. It creaked open with a sound that echoed through the mountains, a long, mournful wail that sent a shiver down Edrik’s spine.

The courtyard beyond was a desolate place, the ground cracked and barren, as if no living thing had touched it in centuries. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds that seemed to press down on them, as if the very heavens were trying to crush the life from the earth.

As they stepped inside, the gate groaned shut behind them, sealing them within the citadel’s walls. Edrik’s grip tightened on his sword as he scanned the courtyard for any sign of movement, but there was nothing—only the oppressive silence and the faint whisper of the wind.

“This place is a tomb,” Lyra whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness. “We need to move quickly.”

Edrik nodded, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the massive doors at the far end of the courtyard. They were carved from blackened wood, covered in intricate designs that seemed to shift and writhe as they looked at them. He could feel the pull of dark magic behind those doors, a malevolent force that beckoned them forward.

They moved cautiously across the courtyard, their footsteps eerily loud in the silence. As they reached the doors, Edrik hesitated, his instincts screaming that this was a trap. But there was no turning back now. Kara was inside, and he would face whatever horrors lay ahead to bring her home.

With a nod from Lyra, Edrik pushed the doors open, and they stepped into the darkness beyond.

Kara’s world had become a nightmare. The cold stone of the Black Citadel bit into her flesh, and the thick, choking darkness that surrounded her was suffocating. She had lost track of time—minutes, hours, days? It all blurred together in a haze of pain and despair. The walls of her cell were closing in on her, pressing down like the weight of the entire world, and every breath was a struggle.

The chamber she was held in was small and damp, the air thick with the smell of mold and rot. There were no windows, no doors that she could see, only rough stone walls that seemed to absorb the light from the single, flickering torch that cast long shadows across the floor.

Kara’s wrists and ankles were still bound, the rough rope digging into her skin, leaving raw, bloody marks. Her body ached with exhaustion, her muscles trembling from the strain of being held captive in such a cruel and unforgiving place.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fear that gnawed at her insides like a ravenous beast. She had faced darkness before, but this… this was different. This was an evil so ancient, so deeply rooted in the world, that it felt like the very air she breathed was tainted with it.

And Alaric… he was always there, lurking just beyond the edge of her vision, his presence a constant reminder of the danger she was in. He hadn’t spoken to her since their last encounter, but she could feel his gaze on her, cold and calculating, as if he were studying her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Kara fought to stay strong, to hold on to the hope that Edrik and Lyra were coming for her. But with each passing hour, that hope grew dimmer, buried beneath the crushing weight of despair. She had no way of knowing if they were even still alive, let alone if they were on their way to save her.

She shivered as the cold seeped into her bones, the dampness of the cell clinging to her like a second skin. Her thoughts drifted to Edrik, to the bond they had shared since they were children. He had always been there for her, protecting her, guiding her, but now… now she felt more alone than she ever had before.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she closed her eyes, trying to block out the darkness that threatened to swallow her whole. She couldn’t give up—not now, not when Edrik was still out there, somewhere, fighting to find her.

But the fear was relentless, a constant whisper in her mind that she was lost, that there was no escape from the horrors that awaited her in this cursed place.

Then, from the shadows, she heard it—the faintest sound, like the soft scrape of a boot on stone. Her heart leaped in her chest, hope flaring within her for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

“Edrik?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

But it wasn’t Edrik who stepped into the flickering light of the torch. It was Alaric.

Kara’s heart sank as she saw him, his gaunt face twisted into a cruel smile, his black eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. He moved with a deliberate slowness, his dark robes trailing behind him like the shadow of death.

“You are strong, Kara,” Alaric said, his voice a low, almost hypnotic murmur. “Stronger than I expected. Most would have broken by now, but you… you still cling to hope. How admirable.”

Kara glared at him, forcing herself to stay calm despite the terror that gripped her. “You won’t win, Alaric. Edrik will come for me, and he will stop you.”

Alaric’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only a cold, mocking amusement. “Your faith in your brother is touching, but misplaced. Edrik is a fool, driven by emotions he cannot control. It is those very emotions that will be his undoing—and yours.”

He stepped closer, and Kara recoiled as she felt the cold, oppressive aura of his magic wash over her. It was like a dark fog, seeping into her mind, clouding her thoughts with despair and hopelessness.

“I will break him, Kara,” Alaric continued, his voice soft and cruel. “I will shatter his spirit, twist his soul into something dark and unrecognizable. And you… you will be the key to his downfall.”

Kara’s heart pounded in her chest, the fear threatening to overwhelm her. But she refused to let Alaric see her weakness, refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his words terrified her.

“You won’t break him,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. “He’s stronger than you think. We’re stronger than you think.”

Alaric’s eyes narrowed, his smile fading. “We shall see.”

With a wave of his hand, Alaric summoned a tendril of dark energy that wrapped around Kara’s throat, cutting off her breath. She gasped, struggling against the invisible force that constricted her airway, her vision swimming as panic set in.

But just as quickly as it began, the pressure eased, and Kara collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. Alaric watched her with a cold, detached interest, as if she were nothing more than a specimen in one of his twisted experiments.

“You will learn, Kara,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You will learn that hope is a dangerous thing, a weakness that will only lead to your destruction. And when you’ve learned that lesson, when you’re broken and begging for the darkness to take you, only then will you truly understand the power I hold.”

Kara lay on the cold stone floor, her body trembling as she fought to regain her breath. The raw fear that gripped her heart was nearly unbearable, a suffocating presence that threatened to consume her completely. But through the haze of terror, she clung to a single, desperate thought: Edrik.

Alaric loomed over her, his dark robes brushing against the ground as he knelt beside her. He reached out, his cold fingers brushing against her cheek, and Kara recoiled from his touch, her skin crawling with revulsion.

“Your brother will come,” Alaric whispered, his voice like ice in her ear. “He will walk right into my trap, and when he does, he will watch as I drain the life from your body. And in his final moments, he will know that he failed you.”

Kara’s eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t give Alaric the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Instead, she focused on the flicker of hope deep within her, the belief that Edrik was out there, fighting to save her.

She had to hold on to that hope. It was all she had left.

With a cold smile, Alaric rose to his feet and turned away, his dark figure retreating into the shadows of the chamber. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Kara alone once more in the oppressive darkness.

The silence that followed was absolute, the only sound the faint drip of water echoing through the stone walls. Kara’s breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to calm the pounding of her heart. Her body ached, her wrists and ankles raw from the constant struggle against her bonds, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the despair that gnawed at her soul.

She was trapped, alone in this hellish place, with no way to escape. Alaric’s words echoed in her mind, the weight of his threats crushing down on her like a physical force. The thought of Edrik falling into Alaric’s trap, of her brother being broken and twisted by the dark sorcerer’s magic, was more than she could bear.

But even as the darkness closed in around her, Kara forced herself to remember who she was. She was Edrik’s sister, a Thornwood, and she had survived horrors before. She had faced the wolves of the Dark Forest, had battled Thorne’s minions, and had come through stronger each time.

She wouldn’t give up now. She couldn’t. Edrik was out there, and he was coming for her. She had to believe that.

Kara closed her eyes, forcing herself to focus on the faint sounds of the dripping water, the feel of the cold stone beneath her, the rhythm of her own heartbeat. She tried to block out the fear, the despair, and concentrate on the one thing that mattered: survival.

She wasn’t powerless. Not entirely. Alaric might have taken her by surprise, but she wasn’t going to let him win. She had to find a way out, had to escape before Alaric’s ritual could be completed. She had to save herself—and Edrik—from the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

Slowly, carefully, Kara began to test her bonds again. The ropes were tight, but they had been worn by her earlier struggles, frayed in places where her skin had rubbed against them. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She twisted her wrists, trying to find some give in the knots, but the pain was intense, and she bit back a cry as the rough fibers dug into her flesh.

She forced herself to keep going, working at the ropes with a determination born of desperation. Every small movement brought a flash of pain, but she welcomed it, used it to sharpen her focus, to remind herself that she was still alive, still fighting.

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Minutes passed, or perhaps hours—time had lost all meaning in the darkness of the Black Citadel. Kara’s world had narrowed to the rough texture of the ropes, the sharp sting of pain, and the relentless drive to free herself.

Finally, she felt it—a tiny shift in the ropes, a loosening of the knot. Her heart leaped with hope, and she redoubled her efforts, pulling and twisting with all the strength she had left. The rope dug deeper into her wrists, but she ignored the pain, focusing only on the small victory she had gained.

With a final, desperate pull, the knot gave way, and Kara’s hands slipped free of the ropes. She stifled a gasp of relief, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she flexed her fingers, trying to restore feeling to her numb hands.

She wasn’t free yet. Her ankles were still bound, and the pain in her wrists made every movement agonizing. But she had taken the first step. She had won a small victory, and it gave her the strength to keep fighting.

Kara reached down to her ankles, working at the knots with fingers that trembled from exhaustion and pain. The ropes were tight, the knots stubborn, but she refused to give up. She couldn’t give up. Edrik was counting on her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last knot came undone, and Kara was free. She pushed herself up, her legs trembling as she tried to stand. The pain in her limbs was intense, and she nearly collapsed as the blood rushed back into her feet, but she forced herself to stay upright.

She was weak, exhausted, but she was free. And she wasn’t going to waste the chance she had fought so hard to gain.

Kara looked around the chamber, searching for any sign of a way out. The door Alaric had used was the only exit she could see, but it was locked from the outside, the heavy wooden planks reinforced with iron bands.

But Kara had learned long ago that there was always a way out. She just had to find it.

She moved slowly around the perimeter of the chamber, her fingers trailing along the rough stone walls as she searched for any crack, any weakness she could exploit. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and hope as she explored every inch of the room, desperate to find a way out before Alaric returned.

Then, as she reached the far corner of the chamber, her fingers brushed against something cold and metallic—a small, circular indentation in the stone wall. Kara’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what it was—a hidden mechanism, likely part of a secret passage or escape route.

She pressed her fingers into the indentation, feeling for any sign of movement, any give in the stone. For a moment, nothing happened, and Kara’s heart sank. But then, with a soft click, the wall shifted, revealing a narrow, dark passageway that led into the unknown.

Kara’s pulse quickened as she stared into the darkness beyond. It could be a way out, or it could be a trap—there was no way to know. But she had no choice. Staying in the chamber meant certain death, and if there was even the slightest chance that this passage led to freedom, she had to take it.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and stepped into the passageway. The stone walls closed in around her, the air growing colder as she moved deeper into the darkness. The only sound was the soft echo of her footsteps on the stone floor, the only light the faint glow from the torch in the chamber behind her.

The passageway twisted and turned, narrowing in places until Kara had to squeeze through, her hands scraping against the rough stone. The further she went, the more the darkness seemed to press in on her, but she forced herself to keep moving, driven by the hope that this passage would lead her to freedom.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the passage began to widen, and Kara saw a faint light up ahead. Her heart leaped with hope as she quickened her pace, her feet stumbling over the uneven floor in her haste to reach the light.

But as she rounded the final corner, her hope turned to despair.

The passage ended in a small chamber, dimly lit by a single torch mounted on the wall. There was no door, no exit—only solid stone walls on all sides. It was a dead end.

Kara’s legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the weight of her situation crashed down on her. She had escaped her bonds, only to find herself trapped in an even smaller, darker cell. There was no way out. She was still Alaric’s prisoner.

Tears filled her eyes as she realized the full extent of her hopelessness. She had fought so hard, had come so far, only to be defeated by the very walls that held her captive. The darkness closed in around her, suffocating her, filling her mind with despair.

But even as the tears fell, even as the despair threatened to overwhelm her, Kara clung to the one thought that had kept her going: Edrik. He was still out there, still fighting to find her. She couldn’t give up, not now. She had to hold on, had to believe that somehow, some way, they would find each other again.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and forced herself to stand. She was weak, exhausted, but she wasn’t beaten. Not yet.

With renewed determination, Kara began to search the chamber, her fingers tracing every crack, every indentation in the stone walls. There had to be something she had missed, some hidden mechanism or passage that would lead her to freedom.

But the longer she searched, the more the despair grew. The walls were solid, unyielding, and the only sound was the soft drip of water echoing through the darkness.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kara sank to the floor, her strength spent. There was no way out. She was trapped, alone in the darkness, with no hope of escape.

But even as the despair threatened to overwhelm her, Kara refused to give up. She had to believe that Edrik was out there, that he was coming for her. She had to hold on to that hope, no matter how faint it was.

And so, she sat in the darkness, her heart heavy with fear and sorrow, but her spirit unbroken. She would wait for Edrik, no matter how long it took, and when he came, they would face whatever horrors the Black Citadel had in store—together.

The air inside the Black Citadel was thick with the scent of decay and the oppressive weight of dark magic. Edrik could feel it pressing down on him with every step he took, as if the very walls of the fortress were alive, watching him, waiting for him to falter.

He and Lyra moved cautiously through the narrow corridors, their senses on high alert for any sign of danger. The torches mounted on the walls cast flickering shadows that danced and twisted like living creatures, adding to the sense of unease that gnawed at Edrik’s nerves.

The further they ventured into the citadel, the stronger the sense of malevolence became, a suffocating presence that seemed to seep into their very bones. Edrik’s mind raced with thoughts of Kara, his heart heavy with fear for her safety. He had to find her, had to reach her before Alaric could carry out his twisted plans.

But the citadel was a labyrinth, a maze of twisting corridors and hidden chambers, and Edrik had no way of knowing where Kara was being held. Every turn they took felt like it could lead them deeper into the heart of darkness, or into a trap they couldn’t escape.

“We need to find the source of Alaric’s power,” Lyra whispered as they paused at a fork in the corridor. “If we can disrupt it, we might be able to weaken him enough to free Kara.”

Edrik nodded, his jaw clenched with determination. “But where do we start? This place is a maze.”

Lyra closed her eyes, her brow furrowing in concentration as she reached out with her magic, searching for any sign of the dark energy that permeated the citadel. For a moment, there was only silence, but then Lyra’s eyes snapped open, her expression tense.

“There’s a strong concentration of dark magic to the west,” she said, her voice low. “It feels… ancient, and powerful. It could be the source we’re looking for.”

Edrik didn’t hesitate. “Then we go west.”

They continued down the corridor, their movements swift and silent. The citadel seemed to pulse with dark energy, the very air alive with malevolence. But Edrik refused to let it distract him. He was focused on one thing and one thing only: finding Kara.

As they moved deeper into the citadel, the corridors began to narrow, the walls closing in on them like the jaws of some great beast. The light from the torches grew dimmer, the shadows thicker, and the sense of danger more palpable with each step.

Finally, they reached a large, circular chamber, the walls lined with ancient runes that pulsed with a faint, sickly light. In the center of the chamber stood a massive stone altar, its surface covered in dark stains that Edrik didn’t want to think about.

“This is it,” Lyra whispered, her voice barely audible. “This is the source of Alaric’s power.”

Edrik approached the altar cautiously, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The air around the altar was thick with dark energy, a cold, oppressive force that seemed to radiate from the very stone itself. He could feel the pull of the magic, like a black hole that threatened to drag him into its depths.

“We need to disrupt the ritual,” Lyra said, her eyes fixed on the altar. “If we can break the connection between Alaric and this place, we might be able to weaken him enough to free Kara.”

Edrik nodded, his mind racing as he considered their options. “How do we do that?”

Lyra hesitated, her expression troubled. “We need to destroy the altar. But it won’t be easy—this place is protected by powerful wards. They’ll react violently if we try to disrupt them.”

Edrik’s grip tightened on his sword. “We don’t have a choice. We have to take that risk.”

Lyra met his gaze, her eyes filled with determination. “Then we do it together.”

With a deep breath, Edrik raised his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light. He could feel the power of the sanctuary still thrumming within him, a steady pulse that gave him strength. He focused on that power, on the light that had guided him through the darkness before, and brought the sword down on the altar with all his might.

The impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, the force of it nearly knocking Edrik off his feet. The runes on the walls flared with a brilliant light, the air crackling with energy as the wards reacted to the disruption. The ground beneath them trembled, and a deep, resonant hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing moment.

Lyra raised her hands, chanting a series of incantations as she channeled her magic into the altar. The light around her glowed with a fierce intensity, pushing back the darkness as she fought to weaken the wards.

But the altar resisted, the dark energy swirling around it like a living thing, fighting to maintain its hold on the citadel. Edrik could feel the power of the magic, a cold, malevolent force that sought to overwhelm them, to crush their spirits and drag them into the abyss.

But he refused to back down. He focused on Kara, on the thought of her trapped in this hellish place, and it gave him the strength to keep fighting. He raised his sword again and brought it down with all the power he could muster, the blade striking the altar with a deafening crack.

The runes on the walls flared brighter, the light blinding as the wards struggled to maintain their hold. The ground shook violently, and Edrik stumbled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to stay on his feet.

But even as the darkness fought to consume them, Edrik could feel the altar weakening, the power of the dark magic beginning to wane. Lyra’s magic pushed back the shadows, the light of the sanctuary growing stronger as they fought to break the connection.

And then, with a final, earth-shattering crash, the altar shattered, the dark energy exploding outward in a blinding flash of light. The force of the blast sent Edrik and Lyra sprawling to the ground, the air filled with the sound of the citadel’s walls groaning in protest.

Edrik’s ears rang, his vision swimming as he struggled to regain his bearings. The chamber was filled with a thick, swirling smoke, the remnants of the dark magic that had been unleashed. But as the smoke began to clear, Edrik felt a surge of hope—he could no longer feel the oppressive weight of the dark energy. The altar was destroyed, and with it, Alaric’s hold on the citadel had been weakened.

“Lyra!” Edrik called out, his voice hoarse.

“I’m here,” Lyra replied, her voice weak but steady as she pushed herself to her feet. “We did it, Edrik. We broke the connection.”

Edrik nodded, his heart pounding with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Now we find Kara.”

They didn’t waste any time. With the altar destroyed and the wards weakened, they moved quickly through the citadel, their footsteps echoing through the now silent corridors. Edrik’s thoughts were consumed by Kara, by the hope that she was still alive, still fighting to hold on.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached a small, narrow passage that led to a hidden chamber deep within the heart of the citadel. The door was ajar, a faint light flickering from within.

Edrik’s heart raced as he approached the door, his breath catching in his throat. He pushed the door open, and there, lying on the cold stone floor, was Kara.

“Kara!” Edrik cried out, rushing to her side.

Kara’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, and for a moment, she looked up at him in disbelief. “Edrik… you came…”

Edrik knelt beside her, his heart breaking at the sight of her pale, bruised face. “I’m here, Kara. I’m here. I’m going to get you out of here.”

Kara’s eyes filled with tears as she reached out to him, her hand trembling. “I knew you’d come… I knew you’d find me.”

Edrik took her hand, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Kara. I should have been faster. I should have—”

Kara shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. “You saved me, Edrik. That’s all that matters.”

Lyra knelt beside them, her hands glowing with a soft blue light as she began to heal Kara’s wounds. The light of the sanctuary filled the chamber, pushing back the darkness, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Edrik allowed himself to feel hope.

They had found Kara. She was alive. And they were going to get her out of this nightmare.

As Lyra worked, Edrik kept a close watch on Kara, his heart filled with a fierce protectiveness. He had been so close to losing her, so close to failing her, but she was here now, safe in his arms. He wouldn’t let anyone take her from him again.

“Can you stand?” Edrik asked gently, his voice filled with concern.

Kara nodded weakly, her body trembling as she tried to push herself up. “I think so… I just need a moment…”

Edrik helped her to her feet, his arm wrapped around her for support. Kara leaned against him, her strength slowly returning as Lyra’s healing magic worked its way through her body.

“We need to move quickly,” Lyra said, her voice urgent. “The citadel is collapsing. We have to get out of here before it takes us with it.”

Edrik nodded, his resolve firm. “Let’s go.”

With Kara leaning on him for support, they made their way back through the citadel, the walls groaning and cracking around them as the dark magic that had sustained the fortress began to fade. The air was thick with dust and debris, the ground shaking beneath their feet as they hurried toward the exit.

Edrik’s heart pounded with every step, the fear of losing Kara again driving him forward. But Kara was strong, stronger than he had ever realized, and with each passing moment, she grew more confident, more sure of herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the massive iron gate that marked the entrance to the citadel. The ground beneath them trembled violently, the walls beginning to cave in as the fortress collapsed around them.

With a final burst of energy, they pushed through the gate and stumbled out into the open air. The sky above was dark and stormy, the wind howling around them as the Black Citadel crumbled behind them, disappearing into the mountain’s jagged peaks.

Edrik turned back to watch as the last remnants of the citadel were swallowed by the mountain, a sense of finality washing over him. It was over. Alaric’s fortress was gone, and with it, the darkness that had threatened to consume them all.

He turned to Kara, his heart swelling with relief as he saw the strength in her eyes, the determination that had kept her going through the darkest of times.

“You did it, Kara,” Edrik said, his voice filled with pride. “You held on.”

Kara smiled weakly, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Edrik. I knew you’d come for me… I knew you’d save me.”

Edrik pulled her into a tight embrace, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. “I’ll always come for you, Kara. Always.”

As they stood there, holding each other, Lyra joined them, her blue eyes filled with warmth and relief. “We made it,” she said softly. “We’re free.”

Edrik nodded, his heart light for the first time in what felt like an eternity. “We’re free.”

And as they stood there, beneath the darkened sky, the storm began to break, the first rays of sunlight piercing through the clouds. It was a new dawn, a new beginning, and together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.

But for now, they were safe. They were together. And that was all that mattered.