The Black Wolf
"I'd rather die than live as his puppet. And if I can protect you, even as I leave this world, then it's worth it. Wait for me."
Then she turned to face the monster. Xareth’s smile faded the moment he saw what she held. Zevarion’s divine Soulspike Dagger, a weapon that wounds not just flesh, but the soul. He lost it during his fight with Xareth.
How she got it, no one knew. Maybe it returned to her because her soul was now bound to a goddess. Maybe love found a way.
She gripped the blade tightly, her hands trembling but her voice steady. "You may have cursed me, stolen my life, twisted my fate…" she whispered, "...but you will not take him."
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