DA FF: Blades (5e: Alone)

“It’s time,” I say firmly, silencing Sylas and Caleb’s argument. “No more waiting. We go after Jeremiah now.”

Using information from the letters, we manage to find his hideout.

“There’s no one standing watch outside,” Caleb says.

“I don’t like this,” Sylas says, glancing at me.

“I don’t either,” I say, drawing my swords. “But it’s now or never.”

We creep closer, using other buildings for cover.

 

Darkside Ending 3

We enter the building quietly, and make our way to a large room towards the center. Peering around a doorway, we find a group of Jeremiah’s men gathered around a table, looking at maps and notes. Jeremiah is nowhere to be seen.

“Where is he?” Caleb whispers beside me.

“I don’t-”

Sylas’ words are cut off with a sudden blast of red light right in front of us. Pain sears through my body like fire, and I’m flung back against the wall in the hallway, and the brilliant red blinds me. The others are thrown back too, and I can hear Caleb cursing. There’s choking sounds on either side of me, and I know the others are in bad shape.

Then there’s just silence, and the red glare starts to fade. Falling to my knees, I look around, dazed. The others are lying in pools of blood beside me, their bodies nearly cut to pieces by large shards of some kind of red crystal.

Breathing heavy, I look down, the pain nearly making me black out, and see more of the crystal sticking out of my own body.

“I knew you’d come,” I hear Jeremiah say from somewhere above me.

I manage to raise my head, and glare at him. I wish I had the strength to lift my swords. I would cut that smug look right off his face.

“Did you think I wouldn’t use the relic for myself, now that Karinn’s dead?” he asks, tilting his head at me. I see that damn pendant I gave him, swinging from his neck, and want to scream. “Even without the dreamer, this thing has an immense amount of power.”

He holds his dagger out in front of me, the blade made of that same red crystal. Even I can tell the magic in it is exceptionally strong.

I cough, and blood spatters the floor as I collapse to my side. My vision starts to go hazy, the pain settling into an insidious kind of numbness. I notice the light catch on something, and see Jeremiah remove his pendant. He lays it across my bloody palm, but I barely feel it.

“Goodbye, Ilara,” he says, and his hateful voice is the last thing I hear…

 

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