“-to split the soul,” the old man finished. “With your first breath, Hadjar Darkhan, you split your own soul in half. By a lucky coincidence, for many years, it locked up your greatest fear and fiercest enemy.”
“The Black General,” Hadjar nodded.
The old man looked up from the fire and met his eye.
“Yourself,” he corrected him.
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hile the dumbfounded Hadjar tried to make sense of the Keeper’s words, the latter added some more wood to the fire, then moved it around with the tip of his carved staff. Just like his hand, it didn’t burn either.
“On the Mountain of Elements, we meet our worst enemy, Hadjar,” the Keeper turned back to the fire. His glassy eyes reflected the dancing flames. “The three temptations bring our greatest secret and our deepest fear to the surfac
