Thank you for pointing that out. Here's Chapter 13 of "Curse of Shadows":
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**Chapter 13: Eclipse of Morality**
Kris Harris stood on the edge of the abyss, staring down into the churning darkness below. His heart, once filled with the resolve of a hero, now pounded with a twisted exhilaration. The events of the previous night still lingered in his mind, a cacophony of memories and emotions that pushed him closer to the edge. He could feel the power coursing through his veins, stronger than ever, but with it came a hunger—an insatiable need to dominate, to control, to destroy.
The sun was just beginning to set, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. Kris's mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts. He had once fought to protect the innocent, to rid the world of evil, but now those very ideals seemed trivial, insignificant. The lines between right and wrong had blurred, and all that remained was the undeniable truth that power was all that mattered.
He clenched his fists, feeling the raw energy of the shadows surge within him. *"Eclipse of the Void,"* he whispered, and the darkness around him responded. The shadows twisted and writhed, wrapping around his body like a second skin. His vision sharpened, his senses heightened, and he could feel every vibration in the earth, every shift in the air. The skill, once used to protect, now fed his growing need for control.
Kris's descent into darkness had not gone unnoticed. His former allies had begun to question his methods, whispering behind his back, casting wary glances in his direction. But Kris no longer cared. They were weak, bound by their outdated sense of morality. They could never understand the true nature of power—the power he now wielded.
He turned away from the abyss and began to walk, his footsteps silent on the cold ground. The shadows trailed behind him, eager to do his bidding. In the distance, he could see the small village that had once been a place of refuge for him. It was a quaint place, filled with people who had looked up to him, who had believed in him. But now, as he approached, all he could see were obstacles—pawns in a game that he was determined to win.
As he entered the village, the people greeted him with hesitant smiles, but Kris could sense their fear. It thrilled him. The power he held over them was intoxicating. He raised his hand, and the shadows swirled around his fingers, forming a blade of pure darkness. The villagers gasped, their fear palpable, but none dared to move.
*"Shroud of Despair,"* Kris intoned, and the shadows erupted from his body, engulfing the village in a suffocating darkness. The villagers cried out, their voices swallowed by the void. Kris reveled in their terror, feeling his strength grow with every ounce of fear he consumed.
But then, a familiar voice cut through the darkness. "Kris, stop this madness!" It was Elena, his closest friend and confidante. She stood at the edge of the shadows, her face pale but determined. "This isn't you. You're better than this!"
Kris hesitated, the blade of darkness wavering in his hand. For a moment, the old Kris resurfaced—the one who had fought to protect the innocent, who had believed in justice. But it was just a moment. The darkness within him roared, drowning out the voice of reason.
*"Elena,"* Kris said, his voice cold and unrecognizable. *"You don't understand. This is who I am now. This is what I was meant to be."*
Elena shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, Kris. You've lost your way. Please, come back to us. We can help you."
Kris's eyes narrowed, and the shadows around him pulsed with dark energy. "Help me? No one can help me, Elena. Not anymore." He raised his hand, and the shadows coiled around Elena, lifting her off the ground. She gasped, struggling against the dark tendrils, but they held her fast.
For a moment, Kris considered ending it—ending her. It would be so easy, just a thought, and she would be gone. But something deep inside him, a flicker of the man he once was, held him back.
Instead, he released her, the shadows dropping her to the ground. "Leave," he commanded, his voice harsh. "And don't ever try to stop me again."
Elena looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and disbelief. "Kris… what have you become?"
But Kris didn't answer. He turned away, his heart hardening once more. As Elena fled the village, Kris could feel the last remnants of his humanity slipping away, replaced by a cold, unyielding darkness.
*"Umbral Dominion,"* he whispered, and the shadows surged around him, responding to his command. The village was now his—his domain, his kingdom of darkness. The villagers, once so full of life, now cowered in fear, their spirits broken.
But Kris was not satisfied. The power he held was immense, but it was not enough. He wanted more—needed more. He had tasted the darkness, and it had consumed him. There was no going back.
He looked out at the horizon, where the last rays of sunlight were fading, and smiled—a cold, cruel smile. The world had yet to see the true extent of his power. But they would. Oh, they would.
As the night descended, Kris Harris, once a hero, now a harbinger of darkness, began his march towards his destiny—a destiny that would see the world tremble before him.