"You were right. The old way is destroyed." Runaan says.

"I told you." I say.

His strength is returning. 

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Of course. Do you not know me?" I ask.

"You're... the Fallen Star." He answers.

I jump off my horse. I reach my hands out. My eyes turn purple and blue.

"Htap ruoy laever." I say.

(Reveal your path.)

Purple smoke blows to the lava. Runaan looks at me. A wave of lava rises. The horses yelp. I pull my hands apart. The lava starts to break. Breaking apart like Moses and the Red Sea. I take a step down. 

"Are you not coming?" I turn to him.

He nods and jumps down. I pull my hands down. 

"It's... dark magic." He looks at me. 

"And why is that so wrong?" I ask.

"It's evil!" He yells at me.

"It's only evil because of what humans use them for." I point out. 

He glares at me. I turn.

Aaravos.

That voice. His voice. I can hear him. I look around. I can feel him around me.

I'll see you soon, nephew.