Kelion stood frozen in the cold night air, the vial of black liquid in his hand. The wind had died down, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. The only sound was the faint rustle of the trees around them, as if the very world itself was holding its breath.
He stared at the swirling darkness within the vial, a sense of unease creeping up his spine. The man before him, cloaked in shadows, observed him silently, waiting for Kaelion to make his move. Despite the confidence Kaelion had shown earlier, doubt gnawed at him now. Was he truly ready for this? The truth, whatever it was, could break him. Could shatter everything he believed in.
But there was no turning back. He had already made his choice.