"The cost was great, as it usually is with revenge. Zaros took refuge within the city of Ghorrock, the last city in the Empire that stood against Zamorak's army. As Zamorak arrived at the gates, Zaros took up his magic. He was fueled by hatred and anger, and he lost control, giving in to his rage. His attack leveled the city, killing everyone within it. He did not allow time for the city to evacuate. He sacrificed his very people for his revenge, and it was a revenge that failed. He did not kill Zamorak. This final act has earned him the moniker of the Empty Lord, to this very day."
"He killed his own people?"
"They were a necessary sacrifice, or so he thought. I told you that he did not know what he was doing. He was carried by rage, anger, and a need for revenge. When he suffered such emotions, he lost control of himself. His mind did not decide to level Ghorrock, his anger did. However, even with the course of these final hours, Zaros was a good person. In all things before the night of Zamorak’s rebellion, he only wanted what was best for his people.”
Daigan remained silent, and Zharoun examined him carefully. “You are very much like Zaros, I can see it. In time, Artemis will as well.”
“She won’t,” Daigan replied. “I’d be surprised if she even came back.”
Zharoun chuckled. “Life is full of surprises, Daigan.”
Daigan turned and looked out into the dark woods where Artemis had gone. There was no sound or movement in the shadowy trees, and the world felt increasingly lonely beyond the fire-lit clearing.
“You have chosen a dark path for yourself, Daigan,” said the Sage, and Daigan turned back to look at him. “Do not follow it any further, or you will lose yourself entirely.”
Daigan thought about the Sage’s words, and the darkness closed in on him. He was suddenly watching himself kill Randall Malden again this time as an outside observer, and as the dagger pierced the young boy’s chest, he saw a glimmer of evil lurking behind his eyes.
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