The camera pans away from the arcane tower and flies across the eastern sea and the

northern shores of Euferos as we watch the world rush by below.

The setting sun casts shadows among an immense wood nestled

beneath the great cliffs of the Northern Island. Lamplighters in the small

harbor town of Watchers Crest begin their work as Shepherds in the small harbour town of Watchers Crest begin their work as shepherds in the hills return with their flock.

The skies darken up ahead, but nightfall has not yet taken the countryside.

The darkness approaches.

Thick gray clouds swirl over the Hagadorn peaks, the lands below cast in shadow so deep that moonlight cannot

pierce it. Through the shroud we go, flying through the gray haze and

wisps of black smoke that hang in the air.

We soar down past the ruins of a town once held dear.

Figures move in the darkness along the streets and out across the plain into the former misty wood now a dry black bog.

Through the cracked stone of a temple our journey ends where a tall robed figure stands over a large hole into the earth, the people of

Woodhaven wavering at the edge before tumbling into the abyss on their own accord. Felix watches and he waits.

Finally a crooked smile flashes across his face as we hear a skittering of sharp

claws and wet jittery cackles from the deep.

The creature's disfigured hands appear along the edge as hundreds of them crawl up and fall

in line before him. And we hear his voice low sinister commanding.

You are nine.

Nine. The Oh, Here. Here we are episode 25. We just got word of where our next adventure is.

Who wants to give me a recap?

So we made it back to the arcane tower, chaos ensued.

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