What To Do

Victor was desperate for any information regarding that strange amulet he had carried for his entire life. The fact that Ysmir seemed to at least recognize the writing was a promising sign, and having a name for the language was even better. Now, he could look for experts in Ancient Speak and consult them for help.

Devotion and Victor both drifted off to sleep that night, hope renewed in their mind. Perhaps things were starting to go their way.

Devotion dreamed that night, but nothing prophetic. He wasn't in his Astral Space, he wasn't talking to some higher being that knew more than him, no, Devotion found himself back in the Secret Realm, in that room with the hydra. He found himself forced to watch the death of Guff over and over again, each time being powerless to stop it.