Keeper of the End

'The Keeper of the End?' 

Alden paled. 

Why did such an existence want to meet him? 

Why him specifically? 

In the grand scheme of things, he was nothing special. He was just one among many youths in the Sanctuary who aspired to grow stronger. 

So why… was he singled out? 

Did it perhaps have something to do with his abyssal powers? 

He locked eyes with his adoptive father. 

"Can you stand?" 

The older man asked. 

Alden nodded. 

From the corner of his eye, he sensed Celeste was about to protest that both of them should be resting. Alden felt fine, though. Whatever Celeste had used to heal him, it had done wonders, taking away pretty much all the pain.

…Of the physical kind, of course. 

Emotionally, there was still some lingering torment, but that was another matter for another time. 

"A Paladin is waiting outside for you. They will escort you to the Donjon."