As your world is robbed of light, you feel a malevolence prickling your skin. Without hesitating, you give the order to retreat as curling tendrils of fog reach for your troops. You hear voices cry for help before fading away. The roar of clanking metal and boots trampling on stone fills the air as the caravan sprints up the street, back in the opposite direction. When you finally burst from the choking fog and gather the troops, you find an entire squad has gone missing.

Your only choice now is to head back through the charred remains of the iron gate and make your way to the Spire.