The Dracon of Deception held the unconscious Emissary of the Council close, cradling her head in his arms. 'No,' he said softly, the dam on his jet black eyes finally breaking in a flood tears, 'I will not kill you. The world has need of people like you to keep things like this from happening to others.' He squeezed her limp form closer, ignoring the unchecked tears that flowed into her blodstained hair. 'You once told me that it was the duty of the strong to protect the weak,' he choked. 'I was arrogant then and did not understand. Perhaps, I do now. I cannot allow Mordain to continue this, not to you or anyone.' For a while Shandor rocked back and forth, shocked as his own words echoed throughout the dungeon, burning themselves into his mind and bringing a revelation that if he continued with the Dark Cabal, he would walk the same path as the monster who had broken his nemesis's soul.
Shandor Don'Ishla, Dracon of Deception, holds his nemesis, Rava Shai'Pyron, Emissary of the Council, as he weeps for the horrible torture inflicted on her by Mordain Shalthar.