Arin's words hung in the air, like a challenge. Kael felt a shiver run down his spine as he grasped the implications. The curse was not just a simple corruption of the soul, but a key to unlocking a far greater power.
"What do you mean?" Kael asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Arin's expression turned grave. "The curse of Malakar's sword is tied to an ancient and powerful magic. A magic that has been lost for centuries, hidden away by those who feared its power."
Eira stepped forward, her eyes burning with intensity. "What kind of power are we talking about?"
Arin hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. "The power to shape reality itself. To bend the very fabric of existence to one's will."
Kael's mind reeled as he grasped the implications. The curse was not just a simple corruption of the soul, but a key to unlocking a power that could change the course of history.
But at what cost?
As Kael pondered the question, a faint whisper echoed through his mind. "The power comes at a price, Kael Darkhaven. Are you willing to pay it?"
Kael's heart quickened as he felt a surge of determination. He would uncover the truth about the curse, no matter the cost.
"I'm willing to pay it," Kael said, his voice firm.
Arin's expression turned somber. "Then let us proceed, but be warned, Kael, the truth is not for the faint of heart."
As Arin spoke, the chamber began to darken, as if the very shadows themselves were closing in. Kael felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that he was not alone in his quest for truth.
There were those who would stop at nothing to keep the truth hidden.
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