A furious cry rang out in the streets of Mhaldor, heralding the disappearance of the Maiden of Regret. The citizens combed the area vigilantly, but Sylcine could not be located. Soon, a strange, sallow-skinned daemon began to taunt Mhaldorians through unwanted contact and probed them for weaknesses. Upon failing to sway any Mhaldorians to his cause, he expanded his pursuits beyond the western isle.

Swearing that an invasion was mounting, the sallow-skinned daemon worked to pursuade others to attack General Nefhast, who was stationed within the Black Cathedral. Finally, his efforts to destabilise the General's position in Mhaldor took root as an intrepid band from Ashtan stormed the Mhaldorian cathedral. Though they took heavy losses, their assassination was successful; Nefhast lay dead on the cold tile.

Indecision spread as many questioned whether the General was leading an invasion or helping to prevent one. A final dispatch arrived months later form the Inferno, carried by a fearsome dreadlord. New visions appeared within Mhaldorian minds, urging them to search their past for answers to the present.


Penned by My hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 636 AF.