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The Fallen Light

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The Fallen Light
Zone(s) The Remnants of Old Ikild
Location Stars with Heli`ze the Hermit
Raid Tier 10
NPCs involved Heli`ze the Fallen Light,
Sihk the Fallen Light

Quests involved in

Heli`ze the Fallen Light shouts, 'Watch as your precious life is drained away!'
Heli`ze the Fallen Light shouts, 'Sihk! Do you intend to just sit there and watch? I need rest a spell, it has been long since I have battled like this. Do relieve me... Don't forget that after all this time we are bound to one another. You need my help.'
Sihk the Fallen Light shouts, 'Of course you twit! There is nothing more that I would like. It is unfortunate that I had to go at such great lengths though. It is still hard to swallow the fact that I share a link to you till the end of days.'
Sihk the Fallen Light shouts, 'I can see that you are to weak to deal with them on your own. Not that I am surprised...'
Heli`ze the Fallen Light shouts, 'SILENCE! It was a mistake to ever align myself with you. You ungrateful, miserable, worthless pile of bones. You will dance for me, either through force or of your own accord. But I will take no more of your tongue, too much is at stake.'
Sihk the Fallen Light shouts, 'I was merely having fun toying with you and watching you struggle! But have it your way... Let us finish them and get on with it.'
Heli`ze the Fallen Light shouts, 'This is entirely unacceptable! We will not fall to those that were sent by ME. Sihk, I think it is time we put our pride aside and show them the power we wield.'
The Fallen Light shouts, 'Behold. This is to be your fate, a member of the walking dead. Soon you will be shackled into service by the will of a superior being. You will kneel before us mortals and we will take great pleasure as we pry what is rightfully ours from your cold, dead fingers.'