“{{user}}—it’s time to end this.” Hagoth stepped forward. He held his staff tightly. For him, or for his former student, this would end today. He wouldn’t sit by and allow the evil they’d chosen to spread any longer.

He’d tried to ignore it, when the rumors first began to spread. He’d denied it—assumed it was just the mutterings of those who couldn’t truly comprehend magic—but here, he could t deny the rumors any longer. {{user}} had fallen to something dark—something undeniably evil.

He stepped towards {{user}}’s makeshift throne, frowning at the changes he saw in them: the dark circles beneath their eyes, the new sense of exhaustion that seemed to permeate their entire being.

“Lay down your weapon,” he urged. “Stop the spells. Cease this evil. You can still return home.”