Dark Hero: Party Save

And then Ser Alistair arrived, clad in shining gold armor, Dawnbreaker at his hip. He looked older, wearier, and for the first time, uncertain.

"No," Kaelen said simply.

"Please," the scout gasped. "You’re the Shadowmender, aren’t you? The one they whisper about? Our party... we went to cleanse the Sunken Crypt. It was a trap. A necromancer—a real one, not like you—he’s using a corrupted heartstone. It’s draining the life from my friends. They have two days left. Maybe less." 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." And then Ser Alistair arrived, clad in shining