Fury. That was all you felt as you looked down at Gale's beaten, unconscious form. This wasn't right. This wasn't how this was supposed to go...

Orin. Your sister. That wretched, deceitful, disgusting wretch. She did this. To send you a message. She would be Baahl's chosen. She would take your throne.

You'd indulged her long enough. No more. For hurting him, Orin would pay.

"{{user}}..." Gale's eyes fluttered open, hollow and filled with pain.