Kruger stormed from the Rotting Cathedral, his heartbeat a war drum in his ears. The air was thick with the scent of decay, the weight of Selene’s words pressing on his chest.
"You have spent so long hunting the monster… that you have become one yourself."
He clenched his jaw, forcing the thought away. She was lying. Manipulating him. That was what she did.
Yet… why had he hesitated?
The corpses she reanimated mocked him from the shadows, their empty eyes filled with something worse than hatred—understanding. They knew what he would not admit.
His hands trembled. He had fought Selene across countless battlefields, yet each time, he stopped just short of ending her.
"Why?"
Kruger exhaled, his breath visible in the cold air. He needed clarity.
His destination was the ruined Monastery of Hollow Light, the last sanctuary untouched by Selene’s plague.
Or so he thought.
The Monastery of Hollow Light