Nihim was dying, and there was nothing, nothing he could do about it. Nihim looked up at him. “Listen, lad, there are some things you should know. Taeris hasn’t told you everything.” “You should save your strength.” Nihim shook his head. “He’s been waiting for you, Davian. He knew you would come,” he said weakly. “There’s a text from the Old Religion, written by a man called Alchesh, an Augur from two thousand years ago. It talks of the man who will one day stop Aarkein Devaed from destroying the world. Taeris believes that man is you. He thinks that…” He trailed off into a coughing fit, blood
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