He felt his body grow heavy as the notification echoed through his head, announcing the death of the Mother of Stillbirths.
Damon drew a long breath and collapsed to his knees. Hundreds of stillborn around him began to fall one by one, their fragile forms crumbling into dust as they touched the ground. The air filled with drifting motes of ash.
His gaze shifted to the place where he had shredded the Mother of Stillbirths. From the pool of her blood, a small object glimmered faintly.
Lazarak approached and slowly picked it up.
"We now have the key to the last trial. Our escape is at hand, my friend."
Damon nodded and pushed himself to his feet. His breath came heavy as he looked at the remaining shades drifting in the dark around them.
"Then what are we waiting for. I cannot wait to get out of this hell hole."
Lazarak smiled at his words.
"Yes. Likewise. After several thousand years I wonder how the world has changed."
