Ronan collapsed to the floor, his body trembling with exhaustion and grief. The weight of the vow he had been forced to make pressed upon his soul, a suffocating burden that threatened to crush him. He looked up, his eyes red and filled with tears, but the man and his daughter were gone, vanished into thin air.
A sense of desperation washed over him as he realized the gravity of the situation. Not only had he lost his daughter, but he had also been bound to a dark force, a malevolent entity known as Vorlash. The power that surged through him felt like poison, corrupting his very being. He had become a vessel for chaos, and he didn't know what his next move should be. Yes, Varenhall should do it." Varenhall was the place you'd go to find a researcher who might have answers to your problem. There, you can find the best Tarnished in the states.
Gritting his teeth, Ronan forced himself to stand, his muscles protesting with each movement. He glanced around the desecrated room, the remnants of the ritual still lingering in the air. The symbols etched into the floor seemed to mock him, a reminder of the dark pact he had been forced into. Leaving through the now-broken door, he looked back at what was his home. Now it just reminded him of what used to be. sunny days with bright blue clouds. His sister was running home from school. He grimaced, remembering how good things used to be. He shook his head and started his trek out of the city. If he moved now, he could make it to the gates before dawn.