Dahlia was awake before Kormac even realized he had been asleep. Her entire body was trembling with magical energy. She was an electrical, freezing, fiery ball of readiness. "Come on. We have to get back. Haedrig worked through the night to get your things ready, and I'm ready to destroy that unholy creation down in the pits of the cathedral."

Kormac groaned a little and dragged himself to his feet. Sleeping hadn't been as refreshing as he had hoped. It was probably the worry that was beating him down. Dahlia flipped her hair and looked over herself in a reflection. "Destiny awaits," she said.

"We should have finished this yesterday."

"You're right." Dahlia turned to look at Kormac. "We spent far too much time looking for your tomes. We can always come back for them after we finish our work. Knowledge is important, but we need to get our priorities straight."

"We can't do that! I have to get my tomes back to my order. I wouldn't have come here otherwise."

"Kormac. The dead are rising. Get it together."

Kormac felt slightly ashamed of his selfishness, but his training stopped him from feeling too bad about doing his duty to his order. He put his armor back on as Dahlia fluttered around the small town to gather supplies. By the time he was finished, she was back with a new sword and shield, along with a magical ring. "You'll need these."

He looked at his new equipment with amazement. No one had been so generous with him, even when it came to fighting. "Thank you," he said softly.

"It's for everyone's benefit. Besides, I found some gold while we were searching. Hopefully it won't be the last of our resources."

"Dahlia... are you not afraid of what we're about to face?"

"Of course not, Kormac." She smiled. He nodded, his expression stoic. They said farewell to Cain and Leah, and leaped back into the portal. Some of the dead were back, but they were killed easily, and as they passed by the crater, Kormac felt more powerful than ever. He was afraid that he was drawing power from an evil source, but it was impossible to forget the voice he had heard. "You are not nephylem. But you are necessary. Keep your hope and faith, and you will make it through this trial together."

Kormac had his first waiver against his faith when they finally reached the Skeleton King. He was huge, and the skeletons he was summoning when directly at Dahlia. He was shaken by her scream of pain as they surrounded her, but she burst with energy, killing them instantly, and she charged at the Skeleton King as though nothing had happened. The king finally shattered from their combined efforts, and Dahlia immediately went to work to scavenge his remains. They could both feel the magic coming off the objects.

Dahlia drank one of her potions, and the wounds started to heal. It didn't completely close up everything. She was still bleeding a little, and the potions refused to eliminate some of the scars. He was better off only because of his armor. She didn't seem to notice as she leaped down into the secret passage under the throne. They landed shortly, and Dahlia's eyes lit up. "Finally. The fallen star."

She dashed down the hole, and stopped short of what she saw. "You? You're the fallen star?"

Kormac looked carefully at the man in the middle of the hole. He glanced over at Dahlia, and her face was a sign of complete disappointment and confusion. When they found out he couldn't remember anything, they took him back to Cain, who was just as upset as Dahlia.

Through collaboration, they found out that certain areas had the same blue glow that had come off the man. Dahlia was silent through most of the talking, and when they went to search for the first sign of the stranger's power and possession, her magic became more violent. When there was a moment of peace next to a tiny empty cottage, Kormac did the same thing for her that she had done for him. He put a much larger hand on her tiny shoulder and smiled. "It's destiny," he said.

"I wanted it to be over," she said.

"That isn't your choice. Nor mine. Of course, I could leave you and get back to my original mission."

"You wouldn't do that," she said, but her voice wavered a little.

"We're in this together, Dahlia. And the fields are being rampaged by monsters crazed by the blue glow. Get it together."

Dahlia laughed at his intonation of her own words. "You're right. Destiny takes its own course, and we're just along for the ride."

Her spirits raised, they continued their search for the sword pieces. When they found the first piece, and they finally met Magdha, Dahlia was undaunted by her presence. She even seemed encouraged by it. A powerful enemy searching for the same pieces of a sword was the surest sign of destiny. She was back on track.