The Stone Emperor, freed from his stony slumber, marched north with Kael’s dagger in hand, his veins burning with vengeance. Along the way, he forged uneasy alliances—a rogue Vein-Touched scholar, a witch bound to the old gods, and a scarred mercenary with a grudge. Together, they carved a bloody path toward the Black Spire, where the noblewoman, now a writhing abomination of flesh and shadow, awaited.
In their final battle, the Emperor unleashed Crimson Blood Genesis, drowning her in a storm of molten ruby. Her last scream faded as her body dissolved—not into death, but into something worse. The dagger pulsed. Hungry.