The chilly, dark forest.
A figure wrapped tightly in a gray robe darted swiftly.
What am I to do? The great master has been driven away and is even being targeted by a Forbidden One. I'm desperate for answers...
Bishop Ian was panicking.
He didn't believe the Master of Grey Mist had been devoured by a Forbidden One. Instead, he thought his master was severely weakened and banished to another world, or had perhaps even returned to the embrace of the River of Chaos.
However, the forest rustled, the sound as urgent as a beaten drum. Threads of gray mist swirled, and whispers rose from the grass, branches, and soil, carrying the call of the Evil Gods.
Ian shivered.
He saw the familiar gray mist. If his Golden Power hadn't been extracted and his connection to his master severed, he would have thought this was the Master of Grey Mist descending.
WHOOSH—
