Wellard stumbles to his feet, helped up by Tom.

"Its trying- we can't let it-"

'Take us' would be what Wellard might have said, except the Dark has moved from its promises, to something else it knows too well.

Distruction.

Wellard stares. Powers far beyond his reckoning, but even he can tell that there is nothing more that can possibly be done-

At least if he dies, it is on his feet, and not in the service of the Dark.