HEIR OF LIGHT
He could have taken her to the shadow realms and bargained a deal with the other war lords who wanted control over aratia.
His skin sizzled dryly as he slumped in acceptance, he server diligently all His life and this was the way marxis thought it fit to repay him, he silently prayed to illummino to protect the boy.
A dry chuckle escaped his throat, him, a shadow warrior, praying to the god of peace and order, he really was losing his mind,
"Do you find your predicament funny?, because believe me I have funnier predicaments for you" marxis said from a boulder where he sat, regron for once cursed his very being.