Your eyes open to blackness. You are flat on the floor, consciousness threatening to slip from you. Several bones have been broken, you can feel each of them now. The pulsing amber light that once lit the cavern has stopped, the heart of the Deepwood finally stilled. You do not hear your companions. In fact, you hear nothing at all. As though the world were holding its breath. Why are the creatures not attacking?

Your answer comes in the form of blue fire as it ignites the corpse of Kharnus. The flames fill the cavern with azure light and you see the hundreds of eyes of the host fixated on the light source, cautiously staring at it like one predator sensing another. Suddenly, there is a chorus of screeching as every creature scrabbles for the many holes scattered across the cave walls, trampling each other in their haste to escape. The towering form of Kharnus, lord of the Wychwood, progenitor of the A'Dendri race, bursts into twisting blue flames, before splitting in two. Stepping from the ruination comes the entity that once called itself Samil.

The being before you is impossible to comprehend. There are no words to describe it. Every shred of reason you have falters before the sight. The only thing clear in your mind, is your survival instinct screaming for you to run. Suddenly, you remember the Avi prophecy. You were told there would be a choice between darkness and death. Looking at what stands before you, you realise you chose death.

Bone grinding on bone, you force yourself to stand in one last act of defiance. You will fulfil your Oath on your feet. Looking to your side, you see your fellow Oathsworn have joined you. This is how it should end. As one, you raise your weapons and go to join the line of the glorious dead…