As another body fell, Kayn let out a gleeful laugh, knowing that he would soon unleash the second Darkin weapon that lay below. Within him, Rhaast's anticipation grew, knowing that Kayn’s undoing was finally near.

Rhaast let out a triumphant howl. Years of waiting, yearning, and now... he was finally free. He lifted Xolaani’s blades and put them to his tongue, savoring the taste of fresh blood. He closed his eyes in bliss, and a smile crept across his face for the first time in millennia. The reaping had begun.

Tremendous power flowed through his veins. Freed from the Darkin’s influence, the full power of the shadows was his to command. Kayn laughed, slipping into darkness, and emerged a moment later only to silently slit the throat of the guard before him.

As Kayn yielded his spirit to the Darkin, his anger subsided and an unbearable emptiness was left in its place. The young warrior was gone. Only Rhaast remained.

Kayn’s anger grew into a fearsome blaze amidst Rhaast's furious screams. The Darkin's hold on the shadow warrior burned away, and when Kayn rose to his feet, he knew the full power of the Darkin was his to command.

As another body fell, Kayn let out a gleeful laugh, knowing that he would soon unleash the second Darkin weapon that lay below. Within him, Rhaast's anticipation grew, knowing that Kayn’s undoing was finally near.