But the Devourer's death was not the end.
In the far north, beyond the Frostfang Mountains, a new rift has opened—not in the earth, but in the **sky**. Whispers speak of a fallen star that bleeds shadow, of villages vanishing overnight, of children waking with eyes like voids.
And in the ruins of an ancient temple, a figure cloaked in starlight kneels before an altar, chanting in a language older than Aethelgard. Their hands glow with **true light**—not the Devourer's false hunger, but something colder, sharper, hungrier.
They call themselves the **Star-Eater**.
And they know the Crimson Lotus is coming.
Kael's journey isn't over.
The shadows are just beginning to deepen.