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This web site contains sexually explicit material:Malachar emerged from the shadows—a gaunt man with hollow eyes and a crown of fused bones. "Ah, the failed hero. The one who tried to save and only damned himself. Give me your curse, Kaelen. Give me your power, and I’ll let them die quickly."
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.
"Keep it," Kaelen said. "The world still needs its Radiant Five. But maybe... maybe there’s room for a sixth. Not as a traitor. As a shadow. Every light needs a shadow to give it depth."
Gunnar the dwarf let out a booming laugh. "Owed us? Lad, you just ripped a hole in reality to save our sorry hides. I’d say you’ve paid your debt a thousand times over."