The brutish form of the Chieftain lies in ruins with the Shaman not far off. The two of them nearly succeeded in their desire to end you. When you finally felled the Shaman, the storm unraveled, distant thunder subsided and the gray curtain of rain stilled. The shadows returned to their natural state and the sun finally peeked from behind the clouds.

Making sure they can never rise again, you burn all the bodies along with the remains of Refuge, drying yourself by the purifying flames. The village is finally being laid to rest. The only good thing about all this has been that your Thracian witch, Aurelia, is unharmed. Still under the effects of the aether, you get her to her feet and lead her to the Wire Road to Verum. Now the hard part begins.