Chapter 59 The Darkness That Binds

• As Sir Valoric emerged from Stan's humble abode, the cool evening air did little to quell the inferno of anger and determination that raged within him. The weight of his newfound knowledge felt like a crushing boulder on his shoulders, threatening to consume him whole. The revelation that King Arin had indeed employed dark magic to secure his victory in the war was no longer a nagging suspicion, but a stark, unyielding truth.
• The thought of his sister, innocent and pure, potentially sacrificed on the altar of King Arin's ambition, was the spark that ignited the powder keg of Sir Valoric's fury. He couldn't shake the image of her gentle face, her bright smile, and her laughter, all silenced by the king's lust for power. The possibility that she might have been used as a pawn in King Arin's dark game, her life force drained to fuel his malevolent magic, filled Sir Valoric with an unrelenting rage.
• His mind recoiled in horror at the thought of his sister's suffering, her pain and fear, her final moments spent in darkness and despair. The anguish he felt was a palpable, living thing, writhing within him like a serpent. Sir Valoric's heart burned with a fierce determination to avenge his sister, to make King Arin pay for his heinous crimes, and to bring him to justice for his unforgivable transgressions.