This is a perfect time to get Dusk alone, so you immediately volunteer.

"I'll go, unless you'd prefer someone else." You say.
"No, you'll do. Come on, we're going around to the other side, as for the rest of you, wait about five minutes before scaling that wall, afterwards, I leave you to use your best judgment on how to handle things. May Dendrin's shadow keep you safe."

You and Dusk leave the group and hurry as fast as possible to the other side of the palace. When you arrive you both cast your spider walk spell to scale the wall. The pair of you find yourself on the edge of some sort of palace garden. Farther away, a couple soldiers stand guard on a stone patio area near an entrance to the palace proper where some steps lead up to.

"Well that was certainly convenient. We can use all this shrubbery to hide in, give our magic a rest for a moment." Dusk says.
"Great, I was getting drained anyway." You remark.
"Oh I don't know brother, I think you've held up better than most give you credit for. I think after all this is over, I owe you a big apology."
"What for? Until this mission, we've never interacted for good or bad."
"Well let's just say someone told me to never trust you because you were responsible for Brother Shade's disappearance."
"(Sigh) Cyrus." You say.
"Yes, but I think your actions on this mission so far have disproved him…especially your meeting with Sister Talia yesterday. I believe if you really had any ill intent, you wouldn't have submitted to her plan to be impregnated."
"Oh?"
"Yes, Sister Talia has spoken to me about her plan to have you as a mate before, though I didn't think she'd act on it during the mission. Obviously you have some connection to her as well, I guess it's an Eternal thing. Anyway, let's get on with the mission."

Sister Dusk slowly crawls through the bushes in the garden, steadily getting in range where she can take out the guards. Her back is to you and you slowly draw your blade.

"You know these bushes are also good to hide bodies in so no wandering guards suddenly come across them." You say and suddenly grab Dusk roughly with one hand over her mouth and then slashing her throat deeply with your knife.

Dusk attempts to flail about, but you keep her from doing too much of it, but putting all your weight on top of her body and slamming her face into the ground. The gurgling death sounds she makes are muffled by the soil, which is now being watered by her blood. Eventually she stops moving, but apparently it was enough to move the bushes enough that one of the guards noticed something odd. You see the both of them through the cover of the undergrowth approaching your position.

You wait until they're close enough then stand up and throw your knife into the eye of one of them, and then before the other can lift his firearm, you fire your own bolt from your armbow. It strikes him in the chest and he falls down dead instantly. The one who got hit in the eye is still on the ground, groaning, but you quickly silence his moaning with a sword to his neck. You drag both of their bodies into the bushes to keep Dusk's body company.

Now you just have to figure out where the hell the king is in this big place. Hopefully you'll bump into a servant or maybe even a royal family member who you can scare into giving you information, so you're not wandering around while more Felkan soldiers pour into the place.

You systematically search nearly twenty rooms, which probably doesn't take you very long, but it feels like forever given how precious time is. You still can't believe you haven't run into any more soldiers yet, the Felkans seem to have a false sense of security with their superior weaponry and in general.

About ten minutes pass of searching and while you're in a spare bedroom you hear noise and shouting. Something about there being assassins in the palace and to get the king to safety. Talia and the others must be doing their work, and now you've got even less time to do your job. You curse and cloak yourself in a dark corner of the room fully expecting a guard to step in, but instead you finally have a bit of luck.

"Come on inside here, lock the door and got through the secret passage in here." A well-dressed young man says.
"Are you sure? Shouldn't we be with the guards?" a young female in a fancy dress says, locking the door.
"Nah, we'll be fine. These passages go all over the palace, even outside the city. The gnome builders did a good job of making sure this place had escape routes everywhere. Besides, you're with me and I'll protect you." The young man says patting a flintlock pistol by his side.

He pushes the bed and feels around the floor until you see him open up some sort of hatch. He starts to climb down and that's when you make your move.

The young man looks up just in time to see you materialize behind his girlfriend and slit her throat. He doesn't even get a chance scream out, when you use your unnatural speed to kick him in the face. He loses his grip on the ladder and falls. You follow him down by jumping down the hatch, landing on top of him hard feet first. A crack is heard and you're pretty sure you've broken one or two of his ribs.

Despite the pain he must be in, he still tries to grab his pistol, but you easily take it from him and continue to kneel on top of his chest. He's too busy trying to catch his breath to be able to scream now.

"Don't cry out and you might get out of this alive. You look like you might be important…you a royal or a noble or something?"
He painfully nods and wheezes.
"Okay, good then you probably know where the king is. Tell me or the pain you're feeling right now will become ten times worse."

These royals must not have any sort of disciplined upbringing or even have the concept of honor at all, because the only thing the prevents him from telling you immediately is the extreme pain he's suffering. You're actually surprised he told you at all, you figured it would be a long shot. You also ask him where the exit to outside the city is from this passage and he tells you that as well. After you've gotten all you feel you need, you finish him off with a dagger to his throat.

You run down the twisting dark passageway trying to look for the door that leads to the king's room, and eventually you find it. You search and listen to the door first, just in case the young royal wasn't as soft as he seemed and actually lied to you. You do hear some talking, but you can't quite make out what is being said. Having little other options you unlock the door and enter.

You exit through a big painting and find yourself in a very luxurious room with very fancy furniture. Two figures, a man and a woman, in regal clothing stare at you in a mixture of terror and disbelief. Four more figures are dressed in standard guard gear.

"GUARDS! ASSASSIN!" the male figure shouts at which point all his guards lift up their firearms and point them at you. You speed up again and duck as the musket balls fly in slow motion above your head. You return fire on your own with your armbow. The bolt flies true and it strikes the male figure in the head. You're going to take a guess that you just killed the king.

You quickly run out of the entryway, before you even see his body hit the floor. A scream is heard from what is probably the queen as you run down the passage. The sound of guards chasing you soon follows. You feel like you're going to pass out just by running and stopping to fight them isn't an option, there's going to just be more of them and they'll easily overwhelm you in the state of exhaustion you're in. You're going to have to use your magic again, but that's part of the reason why you're feeling so drained. You've probably tapped into that blasted shadow magic more than you ever have for the past few days.

While speeding yourself up seems like the logical thing to do, it drains you a lot more than merely cloaking yourself, which is aided by the natural darkness around you. You nip just out of sight and cloak yourself and continue on your way. You hear a couple guards shouting orders for some of them to go one way and they'll go the other.

You can hear three of them heading in your direction, though they obviously can't see you and believe that you've ran so far ahead of them. You step into one of the passages entryways and hide, hoping they won't think to examine it. Fortunately after one of them briefly glances at the entryway and sees nothing has been disturbed, they all pass you by. You could try to pick them off now, or you could go through the entryway and hope it leads somewhere secluded so you can rest a bit more.

You go through the door

As much as you'd like to get the hell out of here, you're in no condition to fight. You're practically on the verge of falling unconscious. You take a risk and open up the door.

You step inside and find yourself in some sort man sized wooden structure, almost like a box. Upon further inspection the top of it opens up and it basically is a box, though its really just an elaborate structure to blend in with the other wooden boxes in the storage room you appear to be in. The storage room proper also consists of a lot of barrels and other assorted junk. It's not very big and the junk just makes it cluttered, though there is a single door that leads out.

You have no intention of doing that though; you just need to rest a bit. You close up the passage entrance behind you and sit down in one of the corners of the "box" you're in. Yes, you just need to rest a moment, and then you'll be fine…

You find yourself in total darkness without your senses again.

"That last bit seems to have put you out. Just think how much easier this would've been if you had served me. Your magic wouldn't cause you to feel so drained and it would be a lot stronger as well. Of course if you were following me, you wouldn't be engaging in this elaborate duplicity." Dendrin says
"Duplicity? Your worshippers are dedicated to duplicity! You accuse me of such things, when you are doing nothing but reveling in such behavior! I am merely serving the Empire as I was always meant to. You on the other hand are supposed to be a god to your followers yet you do nothing to warn them." you reply.
"My reasons for how I treat my followers are my own and you are not worthy to know them."
"Worthy…like the rest of your worshippers that blindly follow you into destruction?"
"No…but are you really so much different? You follow the Emperor blindly and he is just a man, at least the shadows are wise enough to revere a superior being. You believe you are superior to the shadows, but you are not. You do not see the flaws and that is why you've earned no explanation. Not because you aren't a true shadow, but because of your own lack of vision. You will eventually see though, if not now then later. Of course by then it will be much too late. I'm sure we will speak again, no matter how much you deny me and crusade against the shadows, we will forever be linked…for as long as you're alive anyway."

You suddenly wake up. After a moment of grogginess, you suddenly remember where you are. The Felkan palace! How long have you been asleep? You have no idea, but you've really dodged an arrow if nobody found you sleeping right in the heart of the enemy territory! You quickly open up the passage door again and it would appear that the coast is clear. Remembering what the young royal you killed earlier said you make your way to the exit that leads outside. Once again you expect there to be soldiers placed at the exit, but there are none. The Felkans must think you escaped already, either that or they're very poor at security, either one doesn't surprise you at this point.

It's about noon, and you've undoubtedly kept your "fellow" shadows waiting, if they are still waiting at all. They probably think you were killed along with Dusk. You have no idea if they know anything about the assassination, but you're guessing they probably left before you completed your task. In any event, you've still got the job of killing them three and you don't know if you're going to get the chance now. Lacking a better idea, you head to the meeting point and hope that they're still there.

You finally get there just as it starts to get late in the day. No Felkan patrols in the area, but you still cautiously enter the woods. You aren't completely out of luck as you see Murk pacing back and forth, looking around nervously.

"Murk, where are the others?" you say, causing him to jump and nearly point his armbow at you.
"Brother! You're alive! Thank Dendrin!" he says with a bit of joy, though he look visibly upset.
"It wasn't easy, but where are the others?"
"Talia went on ahead and assumed you and Dusk were dead. Bianca…she…(sniffle) didn't make it." He quickly wipes his eyes when he tells you.
"Oh."
"I don't understand, everything was going well and were already on our way to escaping, then all of a sudden there were Felkan soldiers everywhere! Bianca got shot in the back, by one of those infernal Felkan weapons! (sniffle) I know she didn't see me as a potential mate, but I always hoped one day that…(sob)…sorry brother…I know there are more important things right now."
"It's understandable brother, but how long ago did Talia leave?"
"She left not long after we arrived here which was this morning. She's probably already in Empire territory by now. I stayed just to make sure we hadn't lost any more people. I had to hope. I'm glad to see you alive, but I hesitate to ask… Dusk isn't with you. Did she fall as well?"
"Yes."
"(Sigh) Another loss. Well as grim as this has been, I suppose we should get used to it in the coming months when we finally strike against the Empire properly. There are going to be a lot of our brothers and sisters that will probably fall in the cause of Dendrin."

"Well you're right and wrong about that Murk." You say, approaching him.
"What do you mean?"
"You're right that a lot of shadows will fall in the cause of Dendrin…you're wrong about thinking that I'd really consider any of you traitors to be my siblings!" you say and quickly grab him towards you and stab him in the stomach. The look of shock overwhelms him.

"Wh…why broth…er…wh…" he sputters before you finish him off with a snap of his neck.

You look down at Murk's dead body and you feel nothing for him. You remember the times you nearly killed him before, but hesitated. Perhaps this is a good sign that you're finally getting all these lingering feelings out of your system. Well three out of four were taken out, still not good enough though and you doubt if you'll get to Talia in time for her to make her report to Master Ebon or Brother Gray. Still you have to try, so you make your journey right away and leave the body of Murk behind.

You push your magic to the limit to speed your yourself up, you just hope Talia isn't doing the same; it's going to be hard enough to track her. You're going to take a wild guess that she'll probably use the same route you took to get to the Felkan border, at least you hope so.

Night falls and you've made good time by getting into Empire territory as quickly as you have, but you're getting incredibly exhausted. Even if you do get to Talia, you aren't even sure you'll have the energy to take her. You continue to press on though.

"I will NOT be stopped by Dendrin's petty favor of magic. My mind WILL overcome and I WILL use the gifts he gave me against him!" You mutter to yourself.

Night eventually passes into day again and you manage get just outside the town of Lenet which is the closest town to Gloom. You still haven't seen Talia, and can only hope she hasn't made it to Gloom yet. In the meantime you feel horrible at this point and on the verge of passing out. You decide to head over to a small river that you know nearby and hope that some water will perk you up or at least prevent you from falling unconscious again.

You retch and cough the whole time you drag yourself to the river. Finally you collapse nearly face first into the damned river. You look at your reflection which is just inches away from your face and you nearly see a stranger looking back.

"What the…" you say to yourself.

Your reflection doesn't display the age that you know yourself to be, but rather that of an older you. You put your hands to your face and can feel the wrinkle lines. You hadn't been noticing before, but you look at your hands and see how weathered they look. This overuse of shadow magic has taken its toll on your body. You may have even shortened your life span, you have no idea.

"Brother! What are you doing over there by the river? Are you sick?" you hear a familiar voice ask.

You turn around and see Talia. You must've somehow unknowingly passed her in your rush to reach her, since she is coming from the same direction you were. When she sees you, her surprise nearly matches that of Murk when you killed him.

"You're…alive! But…what happened to you? Your face! Some of your hair is white! What manner of magic did this?" she asks out of concern and begins to approach you.

You look at Talia one last time as a fellow Eternal that once held the ideals of the Empire. There is so much you could say to her, but there really wouldn't be any point. Better to just get this over before you get overcome with feeling again.

You forgot to reload your armbow, but fortunately you still have the flintlock that you took from the young royal. You hope it's reliable, because you don't have the energy to fight her.

Without another word, you pull out the flintlock and shoot it straight at Talia's head. She falls instantly when she's hit. You slowly stagger up and walk over to her and see that a good portion of the top left side of her head has been blown off. The deadness in her eyes is apparent, as are the brains leaking out.

Mission accomplished.

You stumble into the town of Lenet and make arrangements for a carriage to take you to the capital. From there you hope you can contact Mr. Mol. For now though you're going to sleep the whole way there and hope you don't get some annoying visit from Dendrin, because as of now you've finally freed yourself of the shadows.

As far as your concerned the only time you want to be in their presence again is to face them in battle as a proper enemy and you are looking forward to that in the near future.
Year 25

"Good work on destroying another shadow cell, the sooner we get them all, the sooner we can focus all our attention on the Felkan Kingdom."
"I agree sir, especially since I would like to be involved in the conquest of the Felkans."
"Heh, well I'm sure something will be found for you. I assume you'll report to someone else after this is over though." Mr. Mol says.

This bit of casual news surprises you a little; you can't help but to question it.

"Sir, where are you going?"
"Me? Nowhere, but if you're referring to reporting to someone else, what I mean is if you are transferred to serve in the Felkan war, I probably won't be your superior anymore. You'd be a military matter as opposed to the unique situation you are now. Quite frankly if it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't be in charge of anyone. Even the new Eternal Project is in the hands of another now, has been for years."

This seems like information that shouldn't be freely shared with a subordinate, but once again Mr. Mol says it so casually its like he doesn't care. He also notices that you're wondering if you should inquire further, but he stops you.

"Don't worry about it. I spoke of things you needn't have known or have to concern yourself with. Let's focus on the task at hand."
"Very well sir."

You and Mr. Mol get back to the business of eliminating the remaining shadow cells. In some ways it is hard to believe that this is almost over. By your estimate there are probably only about thirty shadows left at best, most of them were killed three years ago during the destruction of Fortress Gloom. You wish you could've been involved in that, but for whatever reason, the Empire's allies took care of it by themselves. You never met or even saw these allies, but you heard that it was the Derro. You do know that Master Ebon and Brother Gray died in this assault, meaning someone else took control of the remaining shadows, and you know that had to be Cyrus.

Cyrus and the surviving shadows managed to incite the pathetic remains of dissidents the Empire hadn't silenced yet, but nothing excessive thanks to the destruction of all those safe houses in advance. The only major cause of concern was very the minor orc revolt at a fort in Rask that was separate from shadow influence. It was lucky that Mr. Mol separated most of them with transfers and prevented the shadows from establishing any sort of presence there otherwise it might've been much worse.

In any event this whole thing probably would've been over by now if the Empire's attention weren't also focused on the war with the Felkan Kingdom. Fortunately that's going well too due to their own internal strife going on with the crown.

"From what I can tell, they've pulled out of all the other provinces and mainly retreated to Delerg. Somewhat predictable, but I suppose it's the best place for them to hide out right now. I've tried to get more soldiers posted there to help, but again the Felkan war takes priority. I wish I could've even got one of your former classmates to help, but well, I've mentioned the problem with that."
"No matter, I'll handle it with what help I've got."
"I know you can, but I've hired some extra hands anyway. I've got a dark elf mercenary attachment in Delerg I know they're supposed to be helping with the barbarian tribes in Rask, but I'm paying for this out of my own pocket and they'll go where the money goes. Besides I think this group is sick of the snow anyway."
"If you think they'll help, then they'll be put to good use." You remark.
"Their leader is called Tyren. Met him once and he's a typical svelk, arrogant and condescending. His mercenary band is currently at the town Sinkhole. You'll be meeting them there. Now I know you've worked with Empire soldiers and that's worked out okay, but working with the svelk will be different…though I imagine that won't be a problem for you. Just never turn your back on them and be on your guard."
"I will as always, but now I must ask, will they be more of a liability than help." You ask.
"No, I wouldn't have bothered if I thought that. It's just… well they're svelk and all that goes with it. A lot of bullshit posturing by them that's all. You'll be fine, anyway I suppose you'll want to get some rest before your trip to Delerg tomorrow. Carriage will pick you up tomorrow. That will be all."

The next day you take the carriage to the Delerg province. It doesn't take long, but it does give you time to yourself, which you use to briefly reflect on the past few years and your possible future, among other things.

When you get to Sinkhole it looks exactly like how the name describes it, half of the town in the swamp and the rest of looking like it's about to collapse. Still, you're not here to sight see, you're here to hopefully put down the remainder of the shadows for good. Since you're anxious to get this over with, you immediately head to the tavern where you're guessing the svelk are hanging out. You anxious to get this over with too, granted you've only had a single experience with one of their kind, but that was enough even without Mr. Mol's previous warnings.

You enter the tavern, which isn't much better than the outside of it. The dark elven presence is unmistakable since they're the only ones in the place since they're the only ones in the place save for the poor bartender and the couple of waitresses. You'd guess that the svelk intimidated the usual patrons. You wonder why there aren't any Empire soldiers taking care of this, but again you remember, there aren't many stationed here and they're all probably at an outpost or a fort in the area. They see you and three of them approach.

"Who let the monkey in? I thought their kind were content swinging in the trees in the jungles and swamps outside." One of them says
"You must have some sort of balls walking into this place monkey. We thought we did a good job of scaring the rest away, except the bartender and his lovely wait staff of course." another says.
"Lovely? If you like slumming I guess, but I suppose you males really will rut with anything won't you? Monkey, I suggest you leave, before my comrade's macho boasting is put into action." A female svelk remarks.

You don't have time for this, and these mercenary svelk scum only respect one thing anyway. You don't like using it anymore, but you feel an impression must be made and you tap into your shadow magic.

In lightning speed you punch the female svelk in the nose and stab the bragging male svelk in the leg and trip him face first into the floor. The third svelk raises his crossbow, but you use your own armbow to shoot a bolt right through his hand.

The three svelk all lie on the ground nursing their wounds, meanwhile the rest of them haven't even moved to help their fellows, though a dark elf with long black hair speaks from the table he's sitting at.

"So, I'm guessing you're our Empire contact. That traitor shadow we've heard so much about. I suppose your skills are impressive enough…for a monkey."
"And you must be Tyren and don't address me as monkey again, let alone as a traitor shadow. I did not betray the shadows, they betrayed the Empire! I am an Eternal and loyal only to the Empire and the Emperor!"
"Pity, you were more interesting as a traitor. Loyalty is overrated. Now…Eternal, if you're done beating up my people, I have information where the shadows have been hiding out at."
"You already know where they are?"
"Of course. We scoured most of this forsaken swampland as soon as that Mol guy hired us. Quite frankly it wasn't hard to find them, they're at some old temple dedicated to their god I think. Surprised the Empire with all it's resources couldn't do it, but then what do you expect from a government run by monkeys? Anyway, we've been waiting on you, Mol said that you'd want to take care of this personally. We're just here for back up, so when you want to take them out, let us know, until then let us get back to our drinks."
"Wait, so what have the shadows been doing all this time?"
"Hell if I know Eternal. They haven't been stirring up trouble if that's what you think though. As far as I can tell they've been doing their best to try to lay low, because they haven't left that ruined temple of theirs in weeks. I mean I suppose it's possible that some of them have been sneaking out to go elsewhere, but we've checked up on them a few times and the majority of them are still at the temple."
"And you don't think that they don't know that you've been spying on them?" you ask.
"Hardly. Perhaps you humans clumsily stomp around when spying, but we svelk have been doing it for centuries! Even some religious fanatics with shadow magic aren't going to detect us. Oh sure they probably know we're in the area, but that's about it. Trust me; we're still going to catch them by surprise when we slip into their sad little temple."

Not exactly the kind of thing to fill you with confidence that the svelk are on top of things like their leader claims. Still, if the shadows haven't been causing any problems like Tyren claims, then striking against them now before they can do any sort of regrouping might be the way to go.

You invade the temple now

Even if the svelk weren't as thorough as they claim, whatever defenses the shadows have or don't have aren't going to be enough to stop you anyway, so you decide to get this done with once and for all.

"Alright Tyren get your people together, we're going right now."
"Don't presume to order me about human. Just because you took down a few of my weaker subordinates does not put you in charge here."
"No, the fact that I am on important Empire business and you're just hired hands DOES put me in charge. If you would prefer a more physical demonstration of my authority however, I can certainly oblige."

Tyren gives you a look that he like to put you up to your threat, but common sense causes him to back down. Instead he forces a fake smile.

"Sheesh, you Eternals are so damn serious about everything. Glad the Empire never cooked up more of your type. We'll be ready to go in a few minutes, large bar tab to settle up with you understand. Wouldn't want our sterling reputation be tarnished by not paying our debts."

You shake your head and wait outside. Naturally the dark elves take a little longer than a few minutes, but eventually they emerge from the tavern and all of you are on your way.

The journey deeper into the swamp is fairly uneventful. Despite the unfriendly nature of the terrain, there aren't any dangerous denizens in these swamps. The only creatures of any note are the Sul monkeys, which the dark elves continually make jokes about how humans are related to them. Tyren still gives you a glare every once in awhile, but that's to be expected given that you threatened his authority in front of his people. He probably had to reassert it after you left the bar to wait for them.

Eventually you start getting closer to the temple and you wonder if you should cloak yourself, but there really isn't any point considering you're traveling with all these dark elves. Actually you're a little surprised you haven't sensed or detected any shadows skulking around. You'd think they'd at least want to patrol the outer perimeter of their temple. Between that and what Tyren told you, this behavior of the shadows has been very strange, unless they believe they can hide for another couple hundred centuries to get revenge. If that is the case, they've gone completely delusional.

"We're here." Tyren says when you arrive within the sight of the temple.
"This is very strange. I would've thought they would've had a patrol or even a look out standing outside the temple. Even if they were cloaked I would've sensed something." You reply.
"Told you they haven't been seen leaving the temple that much, so how did you want to handle this?"

You're a little amazed that Tyren openly asked for your advice. You tell him that when you get inside the temple to just be a little cautious as the shadows could be hiding anywhere insider it and maybe they set up traps inside. Tyren nods and relays a couple of orders in his native language to the rest of his people.

All of you quickly move towards the temple entrance and suddenly you get that sense of something not being right, you at first figure it's the shadows about to decloak for a surprise attack. The reality is a lot worse.

The shadows cloaked something, but not themselves. They cloaked some sort of explosive which more than a few dark elves bump into when approaching the temple. They go off immediately and cause a spectacular chain reaction. The only thing that saves you, is the fact that you speed yourself up just quick enough to avoid the majority of the blast. Even then the explosion still catches you and you're thrown into a tree at high impact several feet away. You're hurt bad enough that you've broken a few bones and you struggle to stand up.

You fully expect a shadow to come leaping out from somewhere or Cyrus himself to appear, but that doesn't happen. In fact when you stagger back to the temple area, you see that it's practically collapsed on itself (along with the charred remains of a lot of dark elves). You have no idea if the shadows planned to destroy their own temple, but if there were any inside, it would be unlikely that they survived. Still, you can't take that chance, and you begin to limp over to the devastated temple.

You hear a noise and swing around to defend yourself, but see that it's Tyren and a couple of his people. One of them looks in pretty bad shape, and Tyren himself looks a little worse for wear.

"(Cough cough) Shit…certainly didn't expect that.' He says.
"Well maybe if you'd done your job correctly your little band of mercs wouldn't be in pieces right now. Come on, we have to make sure all the shadows are dead. For all we know they aren't even here and this was just a set up." You reply and turn to head towards the temple.

Maybe if you'd been thinking more clearly and weren't still a little scattered from the explosion, you wouldn't have turned your back on Tyren. However, you did and he took full advantage.

You feel the piercing pain of the first bolt going into your back, followed by three more. You collapse to the muddy ground attempting to crawl away. You even try to use your shadow magic, but as fate would have it, it doesn't work. It would appear Dendrin's "favor" has been finally taken away. You're left with the question to as why now of all times and there are several answers that pop into your head, but the only one that comforts you is that perhaps he finally lost all power due to losing all his followers.

You'll never know of course, just like you'll never know if the svelk will be punished for killing you when the next bolt goes into your skull.