Kaelith runs through the forest. His younger brother is ahead of him, laughing carelessly — and then the laughter breaks into a scream.
They've walked straight into a trap.
Rogues slip out of the shadows, circling them, eyes shining with hunger and hate.
Kaelith faught trying to protect his brother but it wasn't enough, His brother lies on the ground, gasping and bleeding out.
"Stay with me," Kaelith begs, reaching for him.
Another rogue crashes into Kaelith and drags him away. He fights harder, desperate, wild — but still not enough.
Then a voice cuts through the chaos.
Vorlag's voice.
"You have power," the voice says. "But power wasted is nothing. Follow me. I can turn your grief into strength."
Vorlag now leads him to a sacred stone altar deep in the forest.
He cut his own palm and let a drop of his dragon infused blood fall into Kaelith's mouth.
The blood burned through him like fire. His heart stopped and he died.
Then it restarted.
Lightning struck the altar.
