Orlin's Request

Kai sat across from Orlin in the dimly lit chamber. Orlin waved his hand and the flames in the fireplace erupted, lighting up the entire room.

The weight of the conversation pressing down on Kai's shoulders like an anvil. The old necromancer had lived for over a thousand years, and now, finally, the moment had come to put his tormented existence to an end.

But before that, Kai needed answers.

"I have questions," Kai said, his voice steady, but beneath it lay a tremor of uncertainty. "Before we do this, I want to know the truth. All of it."

Orlin exhaled, the eerie blue glow of his eyes dimming slightly as he nodded. "I expected as much. Ask."

Kai took a breath. "First... why? What really made you betray all the necromancers?"