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The songs were wrong.

The crypt was a nightmare. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the whisper of trapped souls. Kaelen felt a dark familiarity here. This was his domain, but twisted. A rival necromancer named Malachar had set up shop, using a heartstone—a crystallized lump of pure, undiluted misery—to fuel his power.

And then Ser Alistair arrived, clad in shining gold armor, Dawnbreaker at his hip. He looked older, wearier, and for the first time, uncertain. dark hero party save

Kaelen’s violet veins pulsed. "Why come to me? Your Radiant Five are a week’s ride away."

The Shadow’s Mercy

Behind him, Lyra, Gunnar, Thalia, and even Ser Alistair fell into step. Not following. Walking beside him.

"I owed you," Kaelen rasped. "For leaving without saying goodbye." The songs were wrong

Kaelen looked at the holy blade. Its light felt warm on his scarred hand. For seven years, he had lived in the dark, saving people who would have killed him on sight. He had been the shadow’s mercy. And now, finally, the dawn was offering its hand.

Kaelen looked at Lyra. "No. But the world needs its heroes. It needs the light. It doesn’t need to know that the light was built on the back of a shadow." Kaelen felt a dark familiarity here

Lyra was the first to reach him. She knelt in front of him, tears streaming down her face.