In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls con...
The duo had now reached a mist-covered mountain, so tall that the peak could not be seen. They disembark Morthol and begin their hunt for the sixth member of the Thirteen. As they walk up the mountain, Xayn trades a few words with Raxyas.
Xayn: A couple of considerations before we confront him, Raxyas.
Raxyas: What's on your mind?
Xayn: He is called the Vain. That is not by mere chance. I believe we can use his temperament to our advantage... We may be able to bait him into letting his own pride betray him. With any luck, he might spill some of the Thirteen's secrets...
Raxyas: And I assume you have some plan in mind to accomplish this...?
Xayn smiles.
Xayn: And indeed I do. Just follow my lead...
They carried on climbing the mountain. It seemed that, with every step they took, the mist grew thicker and thicker...
Raxyas: Xayn, something about this mist isn't quite right. The thicker it gets, the less adequately my attunement seems to work... I'm barely able to sense Zank's presence anymore. Do you reckon this is his doing?
Xayn: It is a strong possibility, yes. He must know we are coming... Morthol might be great for traversing the landscape of Mortmundus, but he isn't particularly... Inconspicuous.
Raxyas: Right... Let's hurry and damn him, then. The longer we stay in this mist, the more advantageous the situation grows in his favor.
They pick up the pace.
Raxyas: ... Any concrete idea where he might be?
Xayn: Not exactly, but if he lives up to his name, he will probably be standing at the peak of the mountain. Closer to the sky, where he can oversee all, like a ruler would oversee his kingdom...
Raxyas: Well this ruler might as well be blind, he can't oversee anything with a mist this thick...
As they approach the highest point of the mountain, thralls begin to emerge from the ground.
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Xayn: An ambush... Raxyas, destroy their vessels!
Raxyas quickly summons his weapon and relentlessly begins to swirl the whip around, shattering and slashing all thralls to dust. As he did, more and more thralls kept emerging.
Raxyas: This is madness! First the mist, and now a horde of husks... Zank shouldn't be able to do all this, it is beyond his abilities...!
Xayn: Their power must have grown since your absence, Raxyas. Just keep pushing onwards until we reach the top, if we take him down all of his thralls should return to dust.
They keep moving upwards, as waves and waves of enthralled vessels viciously attack them. Although no match for the redeemers, taking down such a great number of foes was taking quite a toll on them. At long last, they reach the top of the mountain, where some ruins laid on a flat piece of land. There seemed to be no mist here whatsoever.
