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For a brief flicker, you felt hope.
Yunara seemed capable—through unimaginable effort—of containing that demon.But that hope lasted only until the first chain appeared. You and Seneschal were working skillfully to keep the maiden safe from the strange woman who attacked from the shadows, yet it wasn't enough. You were thrown to the ground at the same moment Yunara was captured, and the demon was free once more. When your vision finally refocused, Seneschal stood on the brink of death.
Your world slowed to a crawl as you realized his suicidal intent—reaching for the Darkin blade. The thought drove you forward, ignoring the pain of your wounds as you hurled yourself toward him.For a fraction of a second—less than that—he touched the cold object before you could.
It was too late.
His body began to change. You were close enough to feel the heat wash over your skin, unsettling—and yet infinitely far from the man you had known as Seneschal.
Before you could fully process the transformation, the Darkin's eyes opened, already fixing the demon as his target.
The strike that cleaved the shadow creature in two also sent you crashing backward. Your heart pounded with the primal terror of prey recognizing the presence of a perfect predator. You knew, without understanding any of the deeper truths, that a single movement would be enough for him to crush you just as effortlessly as he had split the demon apart.
When the dust and shadows settled, an unsettling silence followed—wrong and hollow after the violent terror that had filled the air moments before.
The one now known as Zaahen turned toward the fallen Yunara, his imposing presence pressing heavily against the air itself, demanding instinctive reverence.
The faint rustle of your clothes against the ground as you tried to rise drew his attention, your eyes crossing with his.And they lingered on you a moment longer.
A detail meaningless to you... but not to Zaahen.
For several heartbeats, you waited.You waited for your fear to be proven true—that this Darkin had succumbed to corruption, just as his brothers had.
You waited for the blade to be raised against you.
You did not wait for the moment when Zaahen stepped forward, setting his feet gently upon the ground, directly before you.
"Your intent was noble and ideal, little human."
The gesture that followed—his hand extending toward you—was deeply disorienting.
"But your companion's desire cried louder."
Tears stung your eyes as the weight of his words settled.
Seneschal had been lost... so that this Darkin might manifest.
Shaken by the realization, you accepted the offered support. To you, lifting your own body felt like dragging a crushing weight from the earth, uncertain whether the acceptance came from necessity—or from the part of you that still searched for traces of Seneschal within this towering form.
Zaahen's touch, however, was disturbingly gentle—like helping fallen flowers rise with the wind.
When you and Xin Zhao had touched the blade — even if your moment came later — he felt it when your fragile skin finally met the weapon that imprisoned him.
He sensed the whispers of your spirit, nearly manifesting alongside him as it had with Senescal.
And more unsettling still ...
... was the faint brush of a cool breeze he perceived within the blade, at the exact moment you reached him.
