The dark magic from Valen's attack left Kael's limbs heavy, his vision blurred.
He gasped for breath, the curse's hold on him tightening with every second. Eiran lay nearby, unconscious from the impact, his breathing shallow.
Kael's mind spun with doubt and despair. Was this how it ended? Was his fate sealed by a curse he could not escape? He thought of Norvayne, of his people—of Eiran.
A surge of determination flared in Kael's chest. He couldn't let this happen. Not now. Not like this.Kael forced himself to his feet, his body screaming in protest.
With every step, he felt the weight of his crown, the curse, and the expectations that had been placed upon him since birth. But he would not break.
He reached Eiran's side, shaking him gently. "Eiran, wake up."Eiran stirred, groaning as he opened his eyes. "Kael… it's too late.""No," Kael said, his voice firm.
"We're getting out of here. Together."As Kael helped Eiran to his feet, Valen approached once more, his dark magic swirling around him.
"You cannot escape your fate."Kael glared at him, his resolve unshaken. "Watch us."