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"No," Alistair said, and he dropped to one knee. "I did what was easy. I believed the lie because the truth was too hard. I am not worthy of this light." He drew Dawnbreaker and offered it, hilt first, to Kaelen. "It was always meant for you. To purge the curse. But also... to be wielded by someone who understands that darkness is not the enemy. It is a tool. Like fire. Like shadow. Take it."

They made the slow journey back. Kaelen expected to be shunned, arrested, or executed. But when they arrived at the town of Silverwood, the people didn’t throw stones. They threw flowers. The scout had talked. A few rangers had watched from the hills. The truth, it seemed, was a stubborn thing. dark hero party save

"No," Kaelen said simply.

He raised his hand and did something no one expected. He didn’t summon an army of the dead. He didn’t blast Malachar with shadow. Instead, he reached into his own chest—through skin, muscle, and sinew—and grabbed the Rift-Curse at its core. He pulled . "No," Alistair said, and he dropped to one knee