Alina Starkov was dead. The Darkling had killed her. The truth about him was out. He was the Black Heretic. He was the creator of the Fold. He was a monster. The scars from the volcra in the Fold made him look all the more terrifying. His grey eyes were never warm anymore. He was alone. No love, no mother, just a heartless tyrant who now took the throne. You were now brought before him, shaking in fear. You tried so long to hide your power but you were discovered. “Speak.” He spoke coldly.