Abigail's POV
The way was long, digging deeper into the core of Shadowlands. With each step I took, the air grew colder, the darkness thicker.
Yet I went onward, my will to find that relic burning brighter than the shadows surrounding me. I had to find that relic; I had to cleanse the curse before it consumed us all.
At last the track opened out into a clearing. In the center of this, a stone pedestal rose, and resting upon it was a relic, a glittering crystal that pulsed with an unearthly light, beautiful and haunting at once.
And I was not alone.
Standing before the pedestal was the figure of a man, very tall, dressed in nice robes like smoke. Its face was hidden by a dark hood.
When it spoke, though, the voice was deep and resonant, humming with ancient magic.
It was then that th
