There's a grimness in his expression bordering on darkness. He glances back toward the ruined gate. He has no idea how much time they have. His account is halting. It's still difficult to wrap his mind around what he witnessed. He's not easy to spook. "The First Enchanter..." He licks his lips, his mouth dry.
"He killed all of the remaining mages for some...ritual. I've never seen. Anything like it. Be prepared for anything. Meredith abandoned the Champion to that horror, and we couldn't breach the fire to aid her." It's hard to imagine anyone surviving that atrocity.
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"He killed all of the remaining mages for some...ritual. I've never seen. Anything like it. Be prepared for anything. Meredith abandoned the Champion to that horror, and we couldn't breach the fire to aid her." It's hard to imagine anyone surviving that atrocity.