Turning away from the warm radiance of the Sunforged Knight, you take an uncertain step toward the Voidwalker. The shadows around the figure seem to recoil from your sunlight-infused armor, then swirl forward with renewed hunger. As you extend your hand, the Voidwalker's form solidifies slightly - just enough for you to discern gaunt features beneath the shifting darkness, and eyes like pits leading to nowhere.

'Curious choice,' the Voidwalker murmurs, their voice echoing as if from a great distance. 'Most fear what they cannot comprehend.' Their cold fingers brush against yours, and suddenly the golden light of your armor dims. The world around you takes on a strange double-vision - you still see the cliffside ceremony, but overlaying it are glimpses of impossible geometries and alien constellations.

The High Priestess gasps as your form begins to flicker between solidity and shadow. 'The Balance must be maintained!' she warns. The Voidwalker simply smiles, their teeth gleaming like polished onyx. 'All light casts shadow,' they whisper directly into your mind. 'To truly rule the stars, you must understand the spaces between them.'

Your Dawnbreaker sword darkens, its light now revealing rather than banishing the hidden patterns of the cosmos. The Voidwalker presses something cold and smooth into your palm - a shard of absolute blackness that somehow doesn't disappear against your skin. 'The first lesson,' they say as the shard merges with your being, 'is that darkness is not absence, but potential.'