From the Lost Diaries of Iraklis Vidalatos
five centuries ago
The Stones should have been enough to hold him.
By the time we understood what he’d become, it was too late.
We had to act fast. Someone had to take his power, even if only a fraction.
Now, Xavlin has my blood.
And I have his power—a sliver. Enough.
He must never gain access to it, or we’re all lost.
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