Chapter 110
The Watcher landed softly before Jaren and Mara, his radiance illuminating the night. Jaren bowed his head respectfully.

"You come in our darkest hour, as prophecy foretold," Jaren said. "A great evil wakes in the east. We have fought it but cannot prevail."

"All things have their season," the Watcher replied, his voice resonant yet soothing. "For a time, darkness rises. Yet light endures."

He placed a hand on Jaren's shoulder. "Lead me to this evil."

At dawn, Jaren gathered the able-bodied Torchbearers and returned to the swamps with the Watcher. The murk seemed to recoil from the Watcher's glowing form as he strode before them. The demon roared and burst from the mire to meet its foe.

The Watcher raised a hand, and pure white flames engulfed the creature. It thrashed and bellowed as the fire purified its ancient corruption. Then it collapsed lifeless into the waters, the dark power animating it scoured away.

But even as it fell, the swamp trembled, mud and roots twisting into a new
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