Kael was a man who lived in the shadows, just like her. She could feel it the moment she met him—he was a rogue mage, someone who had broken from the order, leaving behind the constraints of law and duty. There was something dangerous about him, something that mirrored the wild energy she now carried within herself.
"You're looking for answers," Kael said, as though reading her mind. "I can help you. But first, you need to understand one thing: power always comes with a price."
He was tall, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through everything. His hands were marked with ancient symbols, signs of his arcane mastery. Azaelith wasn't sure if she could trust him, but right now, he was the only one who could help her.
"What price?" she asked.
"Your soul, your humanity," Kael replied cryptically. "It's