"Arno Dorian," the figure said in a low, gravelly voice. "I've been expecting you. My name is Louis, and I possess knowledge that could change the course of your destiny."

"This isn't a weapon," Arno said, his voice rasping. "It's a curse."

Arno wanted no part of it. He had seen what artifacts of power did; they brought only death. But Léon was persistent. He needed the Lantern to trade for his friends' freedom. Reluctantly, dragging his guilt like a lead weight, Arno agreed to descend into the dark.