Cerberon is unleashed on him.
The three-headed hellhound hunts Shadow through a ruined city of thorns and flame.
Each head whispers something different:
The first: "You will fail."
The second: "You are alone."
The third: "You are just like him."
Shadow fights like an animal.
No mercy. No strategy.
He kills two heads.
The third escapes – as a warning.
But the battle leaves him bleeding, torn apart inside.
His humanity… begins to flake away.
—
Saphira returns – more powerful, more mature.
Her magic now radiant and pure – the opposite of Shadow's flames.
They confront each other in an ancient library.
She heals his wounds – but not his heart.
"You're still there, brother.
But for how much longer?"
Shadow shows her the Heart of War – a shard of black eternity.
She wants to destroy it.
He wants to use it.
They part ways. Again.
This time, with no promises.
—
To control the Heart of War, Shadow must defeat an ancient demon god:
Mal'Vorr, the Whispering One.
He finds him in a cave of glass – a being of smoke, chains, and voices.
The fight is warped – reality bends.
Shadows speak.
Old guilt awakens.
Shadow summons Shädow's power, but keeps control.
He binds Mal'Vorr – then rips him in half.
"I'm no servant of gods.
I'm their grave."
With the god's death, Shadow now holds full access to the demonic realm's power –
but the heavens remain silent.
Saphira has a vision:
The Heart of War threatens to tear the world apart – if unleashed.
Shadow wants to use it to bring down the King.
She wants to destroy it.
—
In the Sacred Valley of the Old Mages, the siblings stand face to face –
not as enemies,
but no longer as allies.
Shadow:
"I need it.
Without the Heart… he'll destroy us all."
Saphira:
"And with it?
You'll destroy yourself."
She makes her choice.
In an ancient ritual, she binds her magic to the Heart – to seal it.
And in doing so, loses her gift.
When the ritual ends, she collapses, breathing heavily.
Shadow lifts her in silence.
"You extinguished your flame…
to stop my darkness."
—
The battle for the Bridge of Dornkamm begins.
Shadow and Black – two monsters, two warriors, two mirror images – face each other.
No more words.
The fight is long, raw, full of old wounds.
Flashbacks flicker – Black with Shadow's father, an old vow, a broken plan.
Black:
"I should've guided you.
Instead, I let you burn."
Shadow:
"Then let me extinguish you."
Death is no triumph.
Shadow kills Black – but sees in his eyes: regret. Truth. Perhaps even love.
He burns Black's body himself – without demons.
—
Shadow marches into the heart of the kingdom.
There, in halls of obsidian glass, waits the King.
But he is no longer the man who once ruled –
he is now the host of the Void:
A being that speaks through him. Whispers. Lives.
"I am the crown without a head.
The realm without borders.
The death of your love."
The King reveals: Shadow's birth was planned.
His family – sacrificed in ritual.
Saphira – kept alive only as a witness.
Shadow nearly collapses.
Shädow screams within.
Saphira's face appears in his mind – and he rises.
"I'm not your weapon.
I'm your end."
—
The demon fortress itself rises.
The shadows begin to quake – Shädow wants to take him completely.
"You need me to kill him.
Merge with me.
Become what you fear."
An inner battle begins –
in a dreamworld of blood and fire.
Shadow faces himself – as a king, a murderer, a monster.
Saphira's voice echoes:
"You are more than what they tried to make you."
Shadow rips part of Shädow's power away –
without surrendering fully.
A risky act.
He becomes half-demon, half-man – a unique being.
When he awakens, his eyes burn –
but his tears are still human.
"I don't need you.
I am my own shadow."