The robed man walked slowly toward them his steps making no sound at all against the cold stone floor. The cold edge of his face had softened as if the trial they had just survived had torn down the wall he had built between himself and every heir who came before.“You have proven you are nothing like the rest” he said quietly. “And because of that I will tell you the truth I have hidden for a thousand years. The truth Silas himself was too afraid to write down anywhere.”He turned and gestured to the long stone table. The ancient scrolls rose and unrolled on their own revealing no ordinary map of lands but a map of bloodlines of bonds between soul and world of how the so called balance was built entirely on uncounted sacrifice.“Silas was no hero of legend” he said firmly. “He was a conqueror terrified of losing his grip. Long ago the line between light and shadow was thin. People walked freely in both sides. Power was not cursed or praised for what it looked like. It was only what i