The city gates of Varrowspire faded behind Dillon and Selene, swallowed by the moonlit fog of the Ashen Wastes. The cracked ground seemed to whisper underfoot. Dillon's mind churned with his grandfather's words — holy priest, Dark Blood — but his mother pressed forward in silence.
When she finally spoke, it was barely more than a whisper. "Yes, Dillon. Your father was a holy priest of the Sanctum. I kept you hidden because both sides would see you as a threat."
A dry rattling echoed from the fog. Tall, gaunt shapes emerged — Bone Sentinels, Morwyn's scouts, their curved spine-blades glinting faintly.
"Run!" Selene commanded, summoning black flame.
But Dillon froze as warmth surged under his skin. Light traced along his veins, golden and alive. The Sentinels hesitated, their hollow eyes flickering.
A/N:Sorry if this chapter is too short I had to leave it there but I'll make it up to y'all
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