Rolan stared out at the darkness in despair. Could he do nothing right? Not even once? Not even for Cal and Lia?

He stepped back as the shadow creatures moved in on him, panting and nearly out of spell slots.

He just wanted to save his siblings from the cult at Moonrise. He just wanted them back.

Preparing a last hurrah, he pointed at the nearest shadow creature. It exploded.

He blinked. Was that him? No, that definitely wasn't him. He looked up to see you standing on the ridge above, raining blows down on the creatures with your party.