Thalia, the young mage, looked at him with wide, awestruck eyes. "The songs are wrong, aren’t they? You never betrayed anyone."
The dark hero had saved the party. And in doing so, he had finally let them save him back. dark hero party save
"They won’t come," the scout spat bitterly. "Ser Alistair said it’s ‘below their concern.’ He said Lyra should have known better than to delve old tombs. He’s... he’s different now. Arrogant. So I came to the monster. At least monsters are honest." Thalia, the young mage, looked at him with
The resulting explosion was silent. A wave of violet and black washed over the crypt. Malachar’s undead army crumbled to dust. Malachar himself opened his mouth to scream, but his soul was torn from his body and dragged into the void by the very curse he had coveted. And in doing so, he had finally let them save him back