Hero Party Save: Dark

The crypt was a nightmare. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the whisper of trapped souls. Kaelen felt a dark familiarity here. This was his domain, but twisted. A rival necromancer named Malachar had set up shop, using a heartstone—a crystallized lump of pure, undiluted misery—to fuel his power.

"You took the curse again," she whispered. "You took it into yourself and then out again. You saved us." dark hero party save

Malachar emerged from the shadows—a gaunt man with hollow eyes and a crown of fused bones. "Ah, the failed hero. The one who tried to save and only damned himself. Give me your curse, Kaelen. Give me your power, and I’ll let them die quickly." The crypt was a nightmare