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He turned and walked away, not into exile, but toward a small cottage Lyra had pointed out—a place to rest, to heal, to finally be still.

"Kaelen," Alistair said, his voice thick. "I... I drove the blade into your chest. I left you to rot." dark hero party save

Kaelen looked at Lyra. He looked at the heartstone. He felt the curse writhing inside him, hungry, whispering for him to give in, to let the darkness win. He turned and walked away, not into exile,

Kaelen didn’t answer. He walked forward, each step leaving a sizzling footprint in the stone. The curse was trying to consume him, turn him into a mindless beast. But Kaelen had spent seven years learning its shape, its hunger, its limits. He wasn’t controlling it anymore. He was aiming it. I drove the blade into your chest

"You did what you had to do," Kaelen replied. "The curse would have spread."

He plunged his fist into the heartstone.

Kaelen had been dead for seven years. At least, that’s what the songs said. The songs that bards sang in taverns, the ones where the "Radiant Five" slew the Lich King and sealed the Rift. In those songs, Kaelen was the tragic sixth member—the Necromancer who turned traitor at the final moment, driven mad by the very darkness he sought to control. They sang of how the Paladin, Ser Alistair, had plunged the holy blade Dawnbreaker into Kaelen’s heart to save the world.