and vanished with the Tap.
'No,' Jak said through clenched teeth
Casually, Azriim tossed aside Vraggen's corpse, detaching the last of the tendrils.
'You're too late,' the slaad croaked. 'The Sojourner has his prize.'
'We'll see,' Cale and Riven said in unison. To Jak and Magadon, Cale projected, Use missiles, Jak, and your magic, Magadon. Don't let him use the teleportation rod.
He and Riven charged.
Before they had taken three strides, Azriim spoke an arcane word and vanished from sight. Cale and Riven arrested their charge and went back to back. Cale couldn't hope to hear Azriim's movement above the pulsing in the room.
Again, the Fane wavered.
We've got to get out of here, Cale, Riven projected.
Cale made no answer. He couldn't let it end that way.
Azriim's voice sounded in Cale's head, I would love to linger and kill you slowly, Erevis Cale, but time is short and my work completed. It satisfies me that you now understand your failure. I'll allow that as vengeance for my ruined pants.
Cale could hear the smile in his voice.
Magadon's voice sounded in Cale's brain, He is standing near the far wall, directly in front of the alcove. He has the teleportation rod in his hands. Follow me.
Without waiting for Magadon, Cale dropped his blade, drew a throwing dagger, and hurled it at the corner at about the height of the slaad's chest. Beside him, Riven too fired a dagger. Both sank into flesh with a dull thud.
Azriim's pained croak could be heard even above the pulsing. Magadon streaked past them, white fire blasting from his hands. The smell of charred flesh filled the room. Riven sped for the corner, blades bare. Cale retrieved his own blade and did the same.
Stay away from those tendrils! he 'shouted' as he ran.
Jak's scream stopped them cold. Cale whirled around to see Nestor, halfway through his transformation into a slaad, standing behind Jak with the tip of his blade sticking through Jak's chest.
Nestor completed his change as he pulled his blade free. Jak collapsed face-down to the floor of the sanctum, a pool of blood expanding from his body. Nestor, fully in slaad form but still holding his blade, again stabbed Jak through back.
Cale … the halfling projected, then fell silent.
Nestor! Magadon's mental voice screamed.
'Jak!' Without a moment's hesitation, Cale put Azriim out of his mind and raced for Jak. Nestor-no, Dolgan- grinning, dropped his sword, pulled his teleportation rod, twisted it, and disappeared with a grin.
Cale sank to Jak's side, soaking his cloak in the halfling's blood. Cale turned him over. His green eyes were open.
'Jak! Jak!'
'I can't see, Cale,' the halfling whispered. His eyes were vacant. Cale had seen that look on the faces of corpses.
Cale cradled his head, tried to hold back the tears but failed.
'I know,' he said. 'I know.'
Another shudder shook the Fane. Again it wavered, flickered out of reality for a heartbeat. Cale too felt insubstantial. He was losing his best friend.
Riven and Magadon ran up behind him.
'Let me help carry him,' Riven said, and put a hand on Cale's shoulder. 'We've got to go, Cale.'
Cale couldn't even nod.
'The slaad used his rod to flee,' Magadon said. After a pause, he said, 'I'm sorry, Jak. I didn't know. I didn't know.'
Cale wanted to tell the guide that it was not his fault, that he could not have known, but no words would come.
The pulsing of the sanctum continued. Cale heard it like a distant heartbeat. Jak's breathing slowed, slowed. He tried to wipe Jak's brow with his stump-
— and knew what he had to do.
Cale looked up at Magadon and said, 'Take his wounds.'
The mind mage backed up a step and said, 'Cale, he's-'
'Take them, and give them to me.'
Riven looked a question at Cale. Magadon looked horrified.
'It will kill you,' the mind mage said.
'Do it,' Cale pressed. 'Now!'
'No. I-'
'Do it,' said Riven, in a tone that didn't allow for refusal.
Magadon stood there with his mouth open. Another tremor shook the temple.
'Now, godsdamnit!' Cale shouted.
Magadon fell to the ground beside Jak. He took a deep breath, touched two fingers to Jak's forehead and clasped Cale's hand. After a moment, Cale felt their consciousnesses meld: Magadon's fearful, Jak's barely there. Cale braced himself.
Pain! Excruciating pain!
His heart fairly exploded in his ribcage. Blood began to fill his lungs. Holes opened in his chest and back. Blood poured out, soaking his cloak. His breath left him. Agony wracked him. Through blurry eyes, he looked upon Jak, whose eyes already were clearing.
Using Magadon as a crutch, he climbed to his feet. He took two steps, staggered, and would have fallen, but Riven caught him.
'Lean on me,' the Zhent said.
Cale did.
'The altar,' he said, and blood welled in his throat. 'Hurry.'
'I hope you know what you're doing,' Riven said.
Together, the two servants of Mask walked to the altar of shadows. At his belt, Cale felt his sword too pulling him toward the darkness.
The Fane shook, faded from sight. They stood alone in a bubble of air in the depths of a pitch lake.
No!
The Fane returned.
Cale eyed the tendrils as they approached. They squirmed toward him, eager, hungry. Words raced through Cale's brain, the easterner's words, spat between his teeth while Riven threatened torture-Vraggen's transformation would render him ageless, immune to disease, able to regenerate wounds.
Able to regenerate wounds.
Cale remembered Jak's words too: A shade isn't human.
Cale pushed Riven away and stepped within the altar. He had to lean on the sides of the pulpit to keep his feet. The tendrils sank into his flesh but it caused him no pain. Surprisingly, he felt at home. The tendrils throbbed as the Fane shook. Shadowstuff flowed into his veins, filled his organs, drained his humanity.
In that instant, Cale embraced the darkness. He knew then that the shadow had always been part of him, but he had long fought to hold it at bay. No longer.
As the transformation progressed, he felt the wounds in his chest heal. From somewhere distant, he heard Jak crying.
'No! Cale, don't! Not for me!'
But Jak didn't understand. It wasn't just for Jak. It was Cale becoming what he was meant to be.
Strangely, as the last of his humanity drained away, the only thing he could think of was Tazi's face, and her eyes were filled with horror.
All went dark.
