>>5973347It’s not a scream that you hear, no. It’s a <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">scream</span></span></span> that you feel in your very soul. The rest of the pack scatters, but you have no such luxury. You watch, horrified, as the fire burns brighter, near blinding, consuming the poor beast in an instant, burning through it’s muscle and sinews like paper. It writhes until the final moment, still <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">screaming</span></span></span>, until the fires goes out and it drops to the ground. Even then, you swear you can still hear the screaming in your head. You’re too shocked to say anything at first, but once the smoking husk slowly fades to a pile of ash you look at Stopholes.
>What in Terra’s name was that?“A damned soul lost, with no strength to resist the power that demands an unbearable cost. There was nothing to hold him to the mortal plane.”
His chains clinking, Stopholes motions you to move along, which you duly follow. Valdor remains silent at the sight you’ve both witnessed, but you get the feeling that even he is slightly perturbed.
The soul-scream of the caught flesh changed seems to have scared the rest away, and your path is easy going from then on. Eventually you reach the summit, a flat dark plane that stretches on into infinity once more, only the thin grey of the horizon giving you a sense of scale. But in front of you, hovering above the ground, is a black mirror, black as the obsidian surface you walk upon. Stopholes is waiting in front of it.
“You must reach in, and take what is within.”
>Why?“It will unlock the way out, and free my master from his doubt.”
You look at the mirror. Reaching forward, you touch it, and feel that it is not solid. Withdrawing your hand hurriedly, you peer closer, and see within…
<span class="mu-s">Pick ONE</span>
>A blue feather, fluttering about as if it has a will of its own.>A dull black staff, inset with angular designs and runes. It’s origin is a complete mystery to you. >A sword with a gleaming red gem in the hilt. You have seen its like before, in books of a xenos race that once ruled the stars.>A large vial holding some organic material within it. The material glows strangely, almost multicolored. 