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Thalia, the young mage, looked at him with wide, awestruck eyes. "The songs are wrong, aren’t they? You never betrayed anyone."

Kaelen collapsed to his knees. The violet veins were gone from his body. In their place was a single, black scar over his heart. The curse was gone. But so was most of his power. He was just a man now. A pale, exhausted, broken man. dark hero party save

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." Thalia, the young mage, looked at him with

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. The violet veins were gone from his body

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.

Thalia, the young mage, looked at him with wide, awestruck eyes. "The songs are wrong, aren’t they? You never betrayed anyone."

Kaelen collapsed to his knees. The violet veins were gone from his body. In their place was a single, black scar over his heart. The curse was gone. But so was most of his power. He was just a man now. A pale, exhausted, broken man.

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."

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.

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.

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