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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 wide, awestruck eyes. "The songs are wrong, aren’t they? You never betrayed anyone." dark hero party save

"What are you doing?!" Malachar shrieked. Kaelen looked at Lyra

The violet veins across his body flared like miniature suns. He screamed, a sound of pure agony that shattered the bone cages holding Lyra and the others. They fell to the stone floor, coughing, gasping. It needs the light

Kaelen sat alone in a cave of black obsidian, a hundred miles from the nearest town. His skin was the color of ash, crisscrossed with veins of pulsing violet light—the mark of the Rift-Curse he had absorbed to save them. He hadn’t turned traitor. He had volunteered. The Lich King’s final curse was a death-spell that would have turned the Radiant Five into mindless ghouls. Kaelen, a master of death magic, had stepped into the path of the curse and redirected it into himself.