After the battle, Kael stood alone beneath a blackened sky.
He understood now.
To win, he would have to approach the line.
To save the world, he might have to touch it.
But crossing it feeding without restraint would end the very thing he fought to preserve.
The hunger waited patiently.
So did the Devourer.
And somewhere, broken gods watched.
Kael clenched his fists.
"I will not become you," he whispered into the dark. "Even if it costs me everything."