Lyra was the first to reach him. She knelt in front of him, tears streaming down her face.
Now, Kaelen survived on the fringes. He was a monster, yes, but a sentient one. He could raise the dead, command shadows, and rot flesh with a touch. But he used it to hunt worse things. Rogue vampires. Plague spirits. The things that lurked in the deep woods where the light of the Radiant Five never reached. He was the dark hero the world needed but would never thank. dark hero party save
The Shadow’s Mercy
The holy blade Dawnbreaker hadn't been meant for the Lich King. It had been meant for him, to purge the curse. But Ser Alistair had hesitated a second too long, and the curse had taken hold. To the world, a dark mage turning on his friends was a better story than the truth: a hero turned into a monster against his will. Lyra was the first to reach him
"Kaelen?" Lyra’s voice was a hoarse whisper. "No... you shouldn’t be here. The curse... Malachar wants to absorb it. He wants to become a true Lich King." He was a monster, yes, but a sentient one
Kaelen’s violet veins pulsed. "Why come to me? Your Radiant Five are a week’s ride away."
Thalia, the young mage, looked at him with wide, awestruck eyes. "The songs are wrong, aren’t they? You never betrayed anyone."