The wind carried the melody across the Scarlands.
It was faint at first, barely audible above the whisper of the healing earth. But as Kaelen stood in the System's core, watching the golden light pulse around him, the song grew stronger. Clearer. More insistent.
He closed his eyes and listened.
The kingdom has fallen,
The kingdom has fallen,
Who will save us now?
The demon passes,
The shadows darken,
Who will show us how?
The voice was old. Ancient. It carried the weight of centuries, the sorrow of a thousand generations. It was not a song of triumph. It was a song of grief.
The kings are dead,
The queens are gone,
The children weep alone.
The fields are bare,
The rivers dry,
The people turn to stone.
Kaelen felt the bond pulse in his chest. The Heartstone warmed against his skin. The pendant grew heavy, as though it was responding to the melody.
But a light will rise,
From the ashes of the night,
A Keeper will come home.
He will heal the wound,
