Crucible of Divinity

Caelyn's demand hung in the air, sharp and unyielding. Vladimars staggered back, clutching his side where he had landed, his eyes darting toward the soulstone still clutched in Markos' hand. The eerie glow from the crystalline heart seemed to reflect the fear etched on Vladimars' face.

Vladimars eyes widened now that Markos had removed his helmet. Recognition setting in. "I know who you are," Vladimars stammered. "You sacrificed the memories of the Lady Krista?" The admission fell flat from his lips. 

Markos stared at Vladimars blankly, the name lost all meaning to him. He could not explain what he no longer remembered. "Who am I then?" 

Vladimars wiped the blood from his face in a halfhearted chuckle. "Oh, this is too good. The little brother to the man on the dragon throne is a templar who's broken his chains. Fallen in with elves and apostates... and now holds the soulstone in his possession."

"What's so funny about that?" Caelyn growled.