Cursed With Knowledge

There has been a shift.

As Draugmir was distracted with their new enemy, Melsulvon had traveled to the place of the Stone’s destruction, under the guise of a soldier, clad in grey.

Still clenching his left fist around the black dirt crunched beneath his fingers, he eventually lifted his head as he now understood. An empty shell – no more, no less. And a new vessel, to carry the essence.

As he raised up his right hand to reveal a white object, he turned his half-concealed gaze to the old, ruined stronghold. Yes, there is still a way. We have not failed yet.