The group followed the rocky slope down from the collapsing Spire, its ominous groans and shuddering vibrations fading as they put more distance between themselves and the crumbling monument of the Abyss. Dust and ash filled the night air, creating a haze through which the faint shimmer of starlight barely pierced. Exhaustion rested on the back of every head in that party, yet it was clear no one needed their eyes pulled any longer back onto the Spire, an unhappy testament to their experience in place.
"This the Abyss will never forgive," said Kaelith in her light, decisive tones. Her fingers rested upon the staff supporting her, silvery hair visible enough in starlight. "Forgetting's out of the nature of its nature. Whatever this is which's been accomplished will be echoed afar from here.
Draven rolled his shoulders, the sound of his armor shifting cutting through the stillness. "Let it remember. Let it hate. We'll be ready next time."
