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Acheron watches quietly as Prad walk away. Though he says nothing, his mind is a torrent of thought and theories. He knows that the storm was of Prad’s make, but was it intentional? Questions to answered in time. Following Prad back to camp, Acheron gives Armata a reassuring nod.

“Well, now that we’re all here. You must be warned. The power that saturates Inchesoare is of the mind, illusionary. To keep the tomb of Pramool untouched, the Unseen have placed powerful magic upon the prison. You will see things that haunt you, images that disturb you.... things that could break you. We delve into an ancient, evil place. The magic bestowed, the design, the very stone used was made and placed with hatred in heart.”

“Even before we find our prey, you will be tested. Do any of you, wish to go no further?” Barnabus’ stare is absolute and firm. There is no denying the seriousness of his statement, his body language and expression speak enough truth for everyone to know.

Acheron grips his sword, and nods. Alburn slings his rifle over his shoulder. “Hells yes.” He smirks. Barnabus nods as well, then looks to the others.