The mysterious voice that had been guiding me for months had finally revealed its origin. It was coming from the ring that my grandfather had given me, the ring of the headless knight. I stared at the ring in disbelief, its intricate design and glowing gem radiating an otherworldly aura.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of awe and trepidation.
"My name is Evan," the voice replied, its tone deep and resonant. "I was a hero of the past, a protector of the innocent, a force for good in a world teetering on the brink of chaos."
Ii realize his identity he is Evan Nighfall the original dark hero
"Caleb," the voice whispered, its tone laced with both empathy and understanding. "I have watched your suffering, and I know the depths of despair that you have endured. You have lost so much, and I have felt the echoes of your pain in my own memories. We both know what it means to lose someone we love, to bear the weight of a tragic life."
The voice belonged to Evan, the legendary dark hero, the one who had guided me from the shadows. I could feel his presence, a comforting beacon in the darkness, offering solace in my darkest hour.
"The only way to escape from this suffering, Caleb," Evan continued, "is to want to live. To find the strength to rise from the ashes of despair and reclaim your destiny. You have the power within you, the divinity that awakened in the last battle. It is a powerful energy, a gift bestowed upon heroes to defeat the demon king, and it can be your salvation."
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My spirit teetering on the precipice of oblivion. But his words, like a beacon in the darkness, pierced through the fog of despair, igniting a spark of hope within me.
"I don't want to die," I whispered to myself, the words echoing through the cold, damp cell. "I want revenge."
The weight of the chains dug into my wrists, the iron manacles biting into my flesh, began to tremble, the metal warping and twisting, as if resisting my newfound resolve. A surge of power coursed through my veins, and with a roar of defiance, I shattered the manacles, the metal crumbling to dust before my eyes.
I am Caleb Nightfall, and I am not one to be easily subdued. With a surge of mana, I activate my skill, Shadow Merge, and I am enveloped in a swirling vortex of darkness. The guards watch in astonishment as I fade from sight, my physical form dissolving into a wisp of shadow.
As Caleb vanishes into the darkness, the king's face contorts into an ugly grimace of rage and frustration. The young hero, the one he had hoped to control and manipulate, had slipped through his grasp like a wisp of smoke.
The first hero to awaken his divinity, the one who had demonstrated powers beyond their wildest dreams. The one who had stood toe-to-toe with eleven heroes, matching their strength and skill.
But Caleb is a traitor, a deserter, a threat to their carefully constructed plan. They had hoped to exploit his divinity, to use it to their advantage in their war against the demon king. But now, that hope was shattered.
Their only option was to extract Caleb's divinity, to harness its power for themselves. They would use it to create a holy weapon, a weapon that could pierce the demon king's defenses and bring him down for good.
But Caleb was no ordinary hero. He was dark element hero, an extremely rare power. Extracting his divinity would be a dangerous and difficult task. And even if they succeeded, there was no guarantee that the holy weapon would be enough to defeat the demon king.