You say nothing as Drazha's eyes close and her last breath emerges as a plume of vapor in the cool air of the cavern.
From somewhere beneath you echoes the sound of the rest of the Black Wolves—shouts and cries that, while still distant, signal a countdown to your own demise. Glancing up from Drazha, you look to where the portal once hung in the air, but now there is nothing save for the dark rock of the cavern walls. You know that there is not enough time to recreate the portal to Domorvost, but you can just make out other exits from the cavern, leading farther up into the mountain toward, perhaps, a possible escape.
You wrap the cloak more tightly around Drazha and lay a hand gently upon her cheek for a moment. Then, picking up your sword, you make your way off into the darkness. Somehow, you know that your journey will not end here. Not today, and not in this cavern. The path you follow leads ever onward, and it's time to find out what lies ahead.
Epilogue