The shard pulsed again, harder this time. Kael's knees buckled as the voices surged into his skull.
So many.
Whispers of warriors, kings, mages—all fallen to Vaelion. All screaming, warning, pleading.
"He devours the will."
"He births shadows in men's hearts."
"He is not a man. He is a wound in time."
Kael's nose bled. Eira caught him before he collapsed completely.
The Tomb-Speaker laid her hand on his head, calming the storm. "You've seen too much. But one voice can guide you."
The shard split open.
From it came a final whisper:
"Seek the Mirror of Thales."