The Last Question

Silence.

Silence wandered along the Lands of the Lone Serpent. The battles between the monsters and the Phantoms continued, the Blind Sinner and the Dormant Lord kept up their pace, yet everyone had the feeling that something was wrong.

Everyone felt that there was no point in what they were doing, that their efforts could not affect the course of events, or their future unless something specific happened.

The phantoms and monsters were not stupid, they realized that it was all about the aura coming from the depths of the fortress, the crimson mist reached the surface gradually changing the battlefield, preparing it for a new player.

Viron glanced at Katirn, his arm and internal wounds were almost healed, Gnash was in a similar situation, their supports did an excellent job.

"What do we do? Maybe try to find a way down? Looks like our Unknown Phantom is in trouble. I don't know what's going on down there, but I have a bad feeling about it."