The Remnant Campaign

This is a collected summary of the adventures of the Remnant crew, who began their journey in 2702 to restore the Thought of Order and prevent the destruction of Time itself. Preceded by theDiary of Malaroy Vastile.

## Session 6: Battle Against the Blightwing

Last we left our illustrious Remnant, they were staring up at an aerial submarine piloted by soldiers of the Blightwing Gale. Earl, Magoo, and Jessam rush down to the deck to get the cannons to blow the thing out of the sky.

Some hobgoblins try to board the Astral Waif via a 300 ft. long metal ladder that’s hooked into the ship’s hull, but Lance ain’t having none of that. He rolls an unnatural 20 on athletics and yanks the ladder out with all his strength, sending the goblins plummeting 200ft. down into the ocean, killing them.

Meanwhile, something tries to whisper into Andre’s ear, but he saves himself with a 19 on Wisdom. Then, he yells at the submarine, “ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!”

“GODDAMN YOU ANDRE SNOW” a voice yells back. And the voice belongs to none other than the evil judge himself, Lawrence John Wargrave.

Then, the sound of a whistling crack and a terrible screech split the air as a Blue Dragon wyrmling sweeps in and whips his tail at the crew. Lance manages to dodge it in time. Everyone else, on the other hand, isn’t so lucky. Andre gets smacked, dealing 8 damage, while Ulmara, Katari, and Laucian are swept off the deck and plummet below, not to be seen for the rest of the session.

Wargrave starts cussing up a storm, and Andre is scared as heck. He prays to Almighty, and Almighty answers. He feels a heavy weight on his back, like a square object. He pulls from his back a large, black-bound, dragonskin grimoire, a book of magic spells. There are letters in another language on the page, but then they shift around to form a single word in Common: “Everything.”

“Give me an archangel!” Andre yells to the book in desperation. Then, there’s a hiss, a crack, and a bang as a handle appears in the center of the book. Andre takes the handle, which thrums in his hand, and out comes a greatsword from the pages of the book. It’s silver and gold, and plated with some kind of otherworldly metal. It’s glowing, and along the blade are very old Common words: “Thus is Dwr’indal, First King of Albion.”

This is the legendary blade known as Io’s Baton.

Then, the runes on the blade change and flicker to form a new phrase: “Here is Andre Snow, Last King of Albion.” The humming increases in frequency, and the dragon roars malevolently at the two men, “YOU RIPPED ME HERE!” He charges at Lance, about to take a bite at him.

“Heh, we half-dragons don’t die so easily,” Lance boasts as he unleashes a spell with the snap of his fingers. Suddenly, the dragon starts laughing uncontrollably and plummets into the ocean below for 25 damage and begins to drown.

“I have your axe!” Andre yells up to Wargrave on the submarine.

“And you have my eyes too…” A small voice from behind Andre replies. He turns around and it’s a young, grey dragonborn, Torinn Tuatnau. He appears different from the last time he was seen on the deck of the Astral Waif, however. Last was seen of Torinn, he was seemingly teleported to the Astral Plane through eating a blueberry muffin, and he mysteriously had his eyes back. This time, Torinn’s eyes are nowhere to be found.

With one hand raised above him, Torinn unleashes a wave of putrid air, like the smell of a rotting corpse, and causes Lance and Andre’s skin to necrosis.

“There will be Order,” Torinn says in a low, monotone voice.

Andre and Lance try to reason with the child, but he’s dead-set on fulfilling his mission. He blames everyone but Katari for neglecting him, and even promises her a seat of power in the new world order. Torinn then reveals to Lance something about his mother.

“She hurt you, she hurt Gabriel, she hurt *everyone*,” He says spitefully. “I put her in a place where she can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

Lance automatically assumes that he’s murdered her, and threatens to do the same to Torinn. Torinn, however, stands his ground and keeps Lance at bay. Then, he reveals to Andre that he found a teacher who ‘helped him’.

“The only teacher worth having.”

Andre fears the worst, and asks if it was Wargrave. Torinn merely smiles. He fires a bolt of shadow magic that misses Andre and hits a group of goblins who were try to climb up to the Astral Waif. The magic causes the goblins to kill each other, leaving only one left on the bridge.

Torinn extends his hand again, charging up some kind of beam. It shoots out and hits a humanoid figure on the submarine.

“I…No…Stop it!” Wargrave struggles as the beam seems to be controlling him. Andre sees this happening, but refuses to help the sick bastard. However, when Andre prays to Almighty again, he says that he ought to help him.

“He is your subject.” He says to Andre. Meanwhile, Wargrave has stopped resisting and given into Torinn’s influence.

“There will be Order.” He chants.

Andre realizes that there’s no other way to settle this, and takes a swing at Torinn with Io’s Baton. It hits! The blade slices halfway through Torinn’s body and a holy light emits from the sword and incinerates his body into dust. The dust rises up as black smoke, but then turns white as it’s sucked into the sword. The runes on the blade change once again to read:

“Torinn Tuatnau. One soul.”

Andre calls down below deck to Magoo, “How’s that cannon coming?”

“DUCK!” Magoo yells back. Andre and Lance do so, getting themselves ready to duck and dodge for cover. They cover their ears as what sounds like ripped underpants and a giant blast, almost eardrum breaking, come out of the ship.

“GODDAMMIT! IT’S THE OTHER ONE!” Magoo screams. With such incompetent crew members, Andre admits that it’s all up to himself and Lance and tells him to go drive the ship, now that Katari is MIA. Lance continues driving.

Then, the dragon, who narrowly managed to survive drowning, tries to shoot a bolt of lightning from his mouth. The bolt goes so far wide from the ship, one might think he’s half-blind.

The aerial submarine then retracts the ladder and begins to retreat. Meanwhile, another ship has appeared before the Astral Waif, asking Lance and Andre for help.

“Name yourself, ship!” An angry-looking dwarf in gold clothing calls out to Lance in the driver’s seat.

“Ship? That’s not my name! I’m Lancelot Sharpeye, for your information!” Lance retorts.

“Sharpeye? Are you Vomo’s kid?” The dwarf asks back.

“What? You know my Mum?”

Lance and Andre also notice from afar that the crew on this dwarf’s ship are composed entirely of about three hundred or so skeletons. While Andre wants to turn back to finish the job with Wargrave and crew, Lance wants to talk with this mysterious person who’s offering to link ships with them. So, they decide to take up the dwarf’s offer.

On board the dwarf’s ship, he reveals that he is Captain Ulskin. Lance tries to remember the name off the top of his head, but gets distracted by the thought of a lemon-flavored shrimp cocktail. Then, a skeleton in a pink apron walks up to Lance and offers him a lemon flavored cupcake. Lance eats it and…It’s just a cupcake.

Lance and Andre share with Ulskin what’s been going on lately. Lance asks if his mother is dead, but Ulskin assures him that Torinn had actually sent her to an envelope in space-time, along with all the other dragons of Illeria who have been disappearing. Ulskin asks about the scout he sent: Merias, a Blue Dragon. Lance facepalms and says that Merias tried to kill them. Ulskin is disappointed in himself that he trusted him.

Ulskin then sees that Andre has the Grimoire of Malstromus in his hands and gives him a big hug. He seems very sympathetic and concerned for Andre. He also asks the two about where Malaroy was and why he wasn’t with them. Lance says that Malaroy was apparently killed while in the Trade Federation. Ulskin says that his father, Malaroy I, would not be happy about this.

Andre boasts to Ulskin that he has now become King of Albion. Ulskin says that he thought Wargrave had taken the throne, but Andre insists that he “deposed him.”

Ulskin says that the world is in chaos, and Gabriel is trying to keep the place from being set on fire. Lance seems baffled, and tells Ulskin that Gabe is not what he thinks he is, that he murdered his father and is trying to control the world for himself.

Ulskin seems shocked and asks which ‘Gabriel’ he might be referring to. Lance describes Gabriel von Gottsctein as a tall, half-orcish man with blue robes, long black hair, bluish pale skin, and a deep, commanding voice. Ulskin freaks out and says that Gabriel is in the dimensional envelope along with Vomo. Lance is confused, asks more about all this and why no one ever tells him anything!

Ulskin asks why his mother or godmother never did either.

“My godmother?” Lance asks

“Yeah, Chilly. She’s your godmother.” Ulskin says.

END SCENE

## Session 7: Going Down

Ulmara wakes up in a verdant forest, and it sounds like there’s a trickling stream nearby. Laucian wakes up about a minute after her and sees the same thing. It feels like they had a serious hangover. Laucian, being observant, sees a bunch of toadstools everywhere. Peeking through, there seems to be shiny butterfly wings everywhere. The sky is also very bright with fluffy, yellowish clouds.

Suddenly, there’s small giggling coming from the toadstools. Laucian and Ulmara ignore it for a moment to check if they still have all their equipment. All the metal in their inventory has rusted over, but the wood and other equipment made from natural resources have been renewed.

More giggling. There’s also something extra in each of their inventories: a small vial filled with a gold powder. Laucian checks his herbalism kit, and each herb has blossomed into its appropriate flower.

More giggling.

Laucian finally sees what appears to be a tiny figure with wings covered in natural materials, flittering and giggling next to his ear. He attempts to speak to the wings.

“What are you doing here?”

“Saving you from drowning! Teehee!”

“Err…thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

“What are you?”

“What am I? Haven’t you seen a pixie before?”

Laucian thinks for a moment what a pixie is, and remembers not much about them save for a crucial piece of information: they smell like lemons.

“Well I’ll be!” Says the pixie.”You’ve never seen one?”

“Nope.”

“I’m a pixie, my name is Moxie!” She shakes Laucian’s finger as she introduces herself. “So, why are you here?”

“We fell off a ship.” Laucian replies.

“What? Ships can fly?” The pixie marvels for a moment before being distracted by something. “Ooo! What’s that on your finger?” She points to the ring on Laucian’s finger as she reaches out to touch it. The ring gives her a small shock and she staggers back.

“YOWCH! OW OW OW!”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better. That thing is really strong.” Then, Moxie informs Laucian and Ulmara that she is looking for someone. They ask for a name and she calls out to another pixie to help spell it out:

*Lancelot*

“He’s a good guy, he gets us acorns.” Moxie tells them. The pixies and Laucian and Ulmara talk for a bit, and the pixies tell them that they should drink the vial, since it will help them fly. They do so and start to levitate off the ground.

“Is it okay if I take a look at that ring?” Ulmara asks Laucian as they float through the air behind the pixies.

“You probably shouldn’t.” Laucian warns her.

“I’m already dead anyway.” She says as she reaches out to touch the ring.

———

Ulmara feels, in her mind, an incredibly crushing weight, like someone is trying to drop an island into her skull. Then, she sees, in her mind’s eye, a large hooded figure. It as skeletal fingers that are clutching a tall, sharp scythe.

Suddenly, in Ulmara’s hands is a large, black sword. However, instead of trying to fight the reaper at first, she tries to talk to it but it doesn’t respond. So Ulmara charges forward and takes a big, diagonal chop at it. It seems to take damage, but the blade passes through it.

The reaper rears up with one hand clutching the scythe and swings at Ulmara. It just misses her, and she hears screaming from the scythe’s blade as it passes by her face. The reaper tries for another attack, this time pointing at Ulmara with what looks like a black beam about to charge up.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” Ulmara shouts at the reaper.

Her pleas are enough to convince the reaper to stand down and make his scythe disappear from his hand. He tilts his head to the left and right and nods a couple times.

“You’re not perfect, but you’ll do.” He says to Ulmara.

“What?”

“Congratulations for being volunteered.”

“Oookay? Can I ask where this is?”

“Welcome to my home. The place where I keep my memories.”

“And you are?”

“Call me…Grimoire. And you’re—don’t tell me…Akentris, right?”

“Right body, wrong soul.” Ulmara corrects the Grimoire.

“Maybe you’re a better candidate than I thought.” The Grimoire then remarks, “You know, I was proud of creating Akentris.”

“What?”

“Believe me, Primus and I fought for daaaaays for that one.”

The Grimoire then asks Ulmara to do something ‘very special’ for him: take the sword she’s holding, collect his pieces, he will come and help her, and they’ll get everything back on track. He also asks Ulmara about the status of Albion, and she says that it’s about to be destroyed. The Grimoire is genuinely shocked that that was possible and asks what the hell they did to screw that up.

Ulmara is then given the decision to take the mission from Grimoire or not. She asks about the downsides, and he responds that once she accepts, she must finish it. Ulmara promptly agrees to take on the mission and gets down on one knee.

“Aw, stand up!” The Grimoire says kindly to her. “We’re equals here.”

“Pleasure working with you!” Ulmara says and smiles up at him.

“Don’t screw this up, and don’t drop the sword.” The Grimoire warns her. “Think you can manage that?”

“I will glue this sword to my hand!” Ulmara replies, determined.

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, you can just say so. The choice is yours, and it always will be.”

———

As Ulmara touched the ring, Laucian saw her fall to the ground and pass out like a sack of potatoes. She laid down on the floor out cold for about two or three minutes.

“Your friend looks like she’s broke.” Moxie says to Laucian.

“Uh yeah, she does! Why do you ask?!” Laucian replies, annoyed at her for stating the obvious. Laucian uses a technique akin to CPR to bring Ulmara back to life, and she springs back to consciousness.

“That ring is *interesting!*” Ulmara warns him as she gasps for air. “You should *not* let that go! I’ll tell you later, don’t worry!” At that moment, Ulmara then feels a very heavy weight on her back. She pulls at it, and it’s the black sword from her vision. It has writing on it. The runes start in Sylvan words reading: “*Remake, Unchange, Change.*” Then, the Sylvan forms Common to read: “*The Blade of Illeria, the first Scion*.”

This is the legendary blade known as Io’s Sculpting Knife.

———

“How? How could you *possibly* screw this up?” Captain Ulskin is sitting on the ship below deck with Lance and Andre, who recount all the adventures they had had since running from the Death Knight in the Trade Federation. Lance is incredibly tipsy after chugging some of Ulskin’s personal brew of whiskey.

“I d’nno, man,” says Lance, a drunk, blubbering mess. “We’ve just b’n running, and running, and running, and I almost killed get, then the kid’s gonna kill us, and then and then then…”

“Ugh, well your mother’s sure going to be happy.” Ulskin rolls his eyes. “We should be there in about five minutes.”

“Where we goin’?” Lance asks.

“We’re making a trip to the draco-sanctuary.” He says as the ship is rocking back and forth as it enters another dimension: the Feywild.

———

Ulmara hears a deafening roar. She gets up and sees the Astral Waif plummeting straight toward the ground in front of her. She and Laucian both try to run out of the way. They’re successful, but Ulmara demonstrates a surprising amount of strength greater than Laucian’s, despite his monk training. The Astral Waif lands with a crash and skids along the ground, kicking up soil.

“Oh hey, the ground’s back,” Lance says, just barely standing on his own two feet.

Lance and Andre then exit the ship and meet back up with Ulmara and Liadon in the Feywild and catch up with them on what’s been happening.

“We’ll have to wait for your guide here.” A voice says to them. A figure then emerges from the trees: a very large, strange-looking elf, holding a wooden shield with an oak tree painted on it and a sword strapped to his back. He has white eyes, dark hair, and very unbeaten skin.

“Whooooo are yoooou friend?” Lance asks the elf.

“I am Aythar.” The elf replies.

“Aythar! Nice to meet ya new friend-buddy-pal-person!” He says as he shakes Aythar’s hand. Aythar has no comment. “Hey man, I need some new friends. Won’t you be my friend? You see, I don’t have a lot of friends. I kinda scare people away unless they’re my fans. Hahahaha it’s funny right? I’m an entertainer, but I don’t have friends? It’s funny right?”

As Lance is trailing off into utter nonsense, Ulmara pulls him aside to talk with him privately. She tries to get through to him that they’re in a potentially dangerous place, and making friends with strangers will not help them. She reaches the point of tears and madness, but Lance is far too drunk to understand half of what she’s saying. He seems to be going cross-eyed.

The stress and weight of her mission from the Grimoire sends Ulmara into an emotional breakdown and she sobs on the ground. Lancelot attempts, in his own way, to comfort her by hugging her. It feels less like a hug and more like two wet noodles wrapped around her shoulders.

Meanwhile, another figure enters through the trees. It’s a half-elf with a towering, muscular figure. He’s wearing a blue trench coat with a high-collar and his skin is brown and covered with scars. His greying, black hair covers one half of his face to reveal the other with a scarred eye.

The half-elf spies Andre, who has been standing by the sidelines watching Ulmara and Lancelot, and he is furious. He lays into him in the most aggressive Elvish tirade of swearing and sexual innuendos that any mortal ear could comprehend. Lance giggles at some of the swears the half-elf is using on Andre.

Eventually, the pissed off half-elf introduces himself as Lancelot Bordair, to which Lancelot Sharpeye responds,

“Heeeeyy! That’s me!”

“Oh no…” Bordair sighs, having a fairly good guess as to who this plastered idiot is. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Bordair spots something on Laucian’s hand and yells, “That is walking death and destruction!…Son of a bitch, are you the one that owns the girl with the turban?”

“Uh…yes?” Laucian, half-paying attention, responds before Lance Bordair’s fist clocks him in the face. Bordair takes a moment to calm down and they discuss the ring for a bit. He complains that a girl wearing a turban keeps whining all day and every week trying to find her ‘Master.’ Laucian says that her name is Aza and that she is called ‘the Index.’ Bordair is horrified by this revelation.

“BAWLS!” He exclaims. “Dammit, we gotta get you to her!”

———

Before the group decides to venture any further through the Feywild, they decide to sleep for a night in the woods. Laucian is on guard duty for the group and hears a brief, quiet conversation between two, older men speaking in Sylvan:

“I can’t believe he has the ring *and* the book!”

“I know, it doesn’t make sense. How is he not insane?”

“Do you think Erdan had a…?”

“Who even knows if he’s even alive anymore?”

“Probably not, considering the circumstances.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Do you really want Vomo seeing her son like this?”

“Make sure Lance does not steal anything.”

———

In the morning, the pixies provide everyone with a four-course meal for breakfast so that no one goes hungry. They were also given a light snack to hold onto in case they did. As for Lancelot Sharpeye, he’s mostly sober again, save for a splitting headache and not remembering most of what happened the other day. Bordair continues to lament being stuck with this moron. He also jokingly refuses to pay for his funeral when they finally meet Vomo.

And so, the Remnant crew reach the draconic sanctuary without any dangerous encounters along the way. There’s a clearing in the forests, a very sheer cliff face, and a long bridge, boarded by two human children. The bridge is narrow so that each member of the party must line up in single file.

Laucian takes the lead, Lance follows behind, Ulmara follows Lance, and finally ‘King’ Andre Snow brings up the rear along with Lance Bordair, Aythar, and the pixies.

“From now on, you will refer to me as, your Majesty.” Andre says to Bordair.

“Your Majesty?” Bordair asks.

“Yes?”

“…Gay.”

*“For the last damn time,” yelled a very angry Nick Headland as the other members of the Discord laughed hysterically. “Cat-Ryan made a rule about this! We are not rolling for gay!”*

As the group is crossing the bridge, a constant spike and recession of energy fills them, making them intermittently feel energetic and then drained. When they reach the entrance to the sanctuary, a giant dragonborn with a large hammer stands in their path.

“We’re with Lancelot, I’m Laucian.” Laucian introduces himself to the hulking man.

“What’s your favorite color?” The dragonborn asks.

“Green.”

A roaring trumpet of laughter erupts from one side of the hills and an unhappy groan sighs from below. Someone had lost fifty bucks on a bet.

The party passes by the dragonborn guard and looks around at a shanty village with buildings upon buildings upon buildings before them. There’s a crowd of humanoid people standing around and looking at them. They’re of all different races. One person, who oddly resembles a very naked Jessam Rainbow, is selling things, including a strange, purple vial of liquid for free. The Jessam clone tries to sweet talk Ulmara, who is not used to being hit on, but she is able to control herself.

“Honey, with horns like those, how can I make you pay?” He says to her. Meanwhile, Lance Sharpeye tries to haul 200 pounds of fresh, blue tuna that he had just bought with the rest of the group’s inventory.

Ulmara takes a vial of the free purple stuff and instantly drinks all of it. She feels more energized than she has ever had in her entire life. She grabs the handle of her sword, Io’s Sculpting Knife, and is ready to go on a crusade.

“Alright, where we going, boys?” She yells. Then, she sense the nearest evil presence and charges after it: a small child. She rounds the corner and screams, “I WAS ENTRUSTED WITH THIS KNIFE, AND I’M GOING TO USE IT!”

She slices through the child, and the blade seems to pass right through him, almost as if it didn’t hit. There’s a brilliant blast of light, and the child stares at Ulmara for a moment. He stares at the sword, stares at Ulmara, and proclaims…

“WE MUST SMITE EVIL!”

The child then punches someone…

“WE MUST SMITE EVIL!”

That person punches someone else…

“WE MUST SMITE EVIL!”

Another one…

“WE MUST SMITE EVIL!:

And another one…

“WE MUST SMITE EVIL!”

Until an entire mob is chanting out loud about smiting evil.

“Well…this is handy.” Ulmara remarks, looking at the sword. Some of the radical energy inside her starts to decelerate.

Then, the sword begins to thrum and she senses another evil presence: Andre Snow. She charges toward him and slices through him. Andre feels a sacred fire run through his veins. He holds up his sword, Io’s Baton, and screams…

“IN THE NAME OF GOD! WE GO TO HEAVEN!”

He charges at a random female bystander. Io’s Baton goes through her. Then, there’s a brilliant flash of light, a hiss, a bang, and a full ancient Black Dragon transforms in the street. She starts to ripple and bend, and the color starts to drain from it, and be replaced with gold.

“SMITE! EVIL!” She roars. The dragon offers a claw, Andre takes, and she puts him on her back.

Meanwhile, Lance and Laucian are at a loss for words for what in the Nine Hells is going on. Then, Bordair yells at them…

“Don’t just stand there! Drink the juice!”

Lance grabs a vial of the stuff on the counter and chugs it down. He feels a part of himself that is a rippling fire in his veins, and a yank on his consciousness that is primal, primitive, and powerful. Though he has full control over it, he chooses to embrace it. However, he feels his mind, twist, expand, and snap. And, just like that, his memories of the Feywild are suddenly gone.

At this point, Andre is riding the gold dragon into battle for the sake of his mad crusade against evil. He spots a temple and orders the dragon to burn it to the ground. As fire spits from her mouth and engulfs the temple, there’s terrible screaming from young children, and a whole bunch of dragons that try to fly away and then drop to the ground, dead.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” The Grimoire speaks to Ulmara inside her head. Ulmara attempts to take the ring from Laucian, but he resists. Then, there’s a crackle and a bang from the ring, and Laucian hears a voice that fills him with a mix of dread and relief.

“Master? Master! What are you doing here? I can end them for you if you want?”

Lance is still watching the scene unfold with abject horror and confusion. How could this happen? He tries to think of a solution to all of this, and somehow he has a moment of clarity. It seemed as if everyone was interconnected through some sort of a hive mind complex. This was similar to what Torinn attempted with Wargrave. When he drank the vial earlier, a primal feeling swept over him, but he resisted its full possession through a strong, happy memory from his past: the memory of his family all together. It grounded him back in reality.

“Fuck it, burn ‘em.” Andre, meanwhile, flies to another temple and orders his dragon mount. “This world is ROTTEN!”

Lance then relays the information he’s learned to Laucian and Ulmara and asks them for how they can try and break the mental links.

“This was one of Primus’ favorites!” Aza exclaims to Laucian, referring to the ring. “He used it on insects! You have to touch one of them with your ring!”

“What happens to the person?” Laucian asks.

“Uhhhh…the problem is fixed!”

Laucian runs up to a nearby adult dragon and touches its massive arm with the ring. He doesn’t take it so well. He lets out a giant, bellowing roar of agony. Then, the sounds of

SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP, SNAP

fill the air. Dragons start falling out of the sky, poly-morphing as they plummet. Ulmara tries to send out a wave of divinity that may solve the problem.

Ca-crack! BOOM!

“This is new!” Ulmara says to herself over the loud noise. A column of light shoots from the blade and then splits out to hit the dragons. Hissing sounds fill the air, the dragons all stop, and they turn into normal humanoids. There’s another crackle, the energy comes back, and slams into the sword.

Andre, who had been a hundred feet off the ground with his dragon, starts falling, the body of his mount now a humanoid again. He orders her to transform back into a dragon to save himself, which she manages to do. However, it’s not enough, as both Andre and dragon land with a sickening crunch on the ground. Andre rolls to the ground off the dragon’s back, dying.

In a panic, Lance runs as fast as he can, past all the death and destruction around him, to find Andre, lying in a pool of his own blood. He summons his healing magic to stop the bleeding and bring Andre back to consciousness. However, to his horror, Andre discovers that he can’t feel anything from the waist down. His spinal cord had been severed in two. Lance hoists Andre onto his back and carries him, searching for a doctor to heal him.

Meanwhile, Aza looks at Laucian and says to him, “Huh, you’re not a bad replacement. You’re good at this.”

Laucian is too stunned to answer her, as he looks around at the dead bodies and destroyed temples before him.

“Who knows? Maybe you’ll end timelines too, and finish the job.” Aza adds.

In desperation, Ulmara prays to Malstromus for guidance. Then, a familiar voice speaks to her, as if in deep thought.

“We’ve destroyed the hivemind, yet, the collateral damage we’ve caused is so immeasurable, that doesn’t even matter.”

It was the voice of Laucian Liadon.

END SCENE