Such power and self assured confidence. I wish I could meet this woman of the DoomRitual vision. What would I say to her? Nothing. I would merely crush her spirit so that my own strength of spirit might be affirmed.
The guardian of Skull Tower was dead. Now she would uncover its secrets and the ecstatic sensation of victory rippled through her body
I had thought the Elvaharra and their Witchbeasts were gone from this world until this particular vision
The battle raged on, but there was no end in sight to the sea of vermin that swarmed the battlefield. She knew that the end was close. The only thing left to do was to die well.
She had travelled far to reach this place. And now here at the end of her journey was nothing but ruin and despair.