Synopsis

A creeping dread settled over them. Battuta was weaving a dark enchantment, a curse that threatened all around. Yet, with a final, decisive gesture, he plunged them into slumber. They awoke in a subterranean chamber, the air thick with incense and fervent whispers. Figures moved in rhythmic patterns, their faces illuminated by flickering candlelight – believers enacting a ritual of unspeakable power. "Lumachina and Rem have been captured," Horn rasped, his voice heavy with urgency. A