Knight's Sacred Burden
He reached Vane, his massive hand closing around the Lord’s throat, lifting him into the air with terrifying ease.
Vane clawed at the obsidian fingers, his face turning a dark, mottled purple. "You... you don't understand..." he wheezed, his eyes bulging as he looked at the pulsing, glowing center of Kael’s chest. "You are... the key..."
Kael looked at Julian, his human eyes begging for something—a release, a command, or perhaps just an end. Julian saw the obsidian plates beginning to crack, revealing the swirling, chaotic light of the heart beneath.