Traveling deep into the corrupted ruins, the group banished many undead abominations. Boudicea paid respect at the alters of Imshinn, cleaning them and giving prayers that he might return to hollow these his old domains. Many horrors were encountered; mummified remains rising from their tombs and great mastiffs of shadow whose very voice sent the noble Falahara and valiant Dante running for the safety of the sun above. The shadowy remains of monks offered thanks to the group as their spirits were freed from the torment of unlife. While the corrupted abbot did all in his power to slay the group, Imshinn was no longer with him, and he finally succumbed to the silver vine of Falahara. However, it was not the abbot that had corrupted the temple, but rather a prince who had corrupted the abbot and all these grounds.

Many a holy warrior had perished trying to cleanse these grounds, and the spirit of one hung still to his task. Over the body of Tremones, blackened and charred, but holy sword still in hand, they found demonic warriors and a beast of chains. Taking his quest upon her, Falahara received Tremones blessing, and his spirit gave all that it could to ensure their success. Tremones sword burst, his body crumpled to dust, and a blue light infused the silvered vine that Falahara wielded, a blue flame that burned deep into the sides of the infernal beast of chains, and later bit into the undead skeleton of the prince, whose blade of black nothingness tore through the party, and nearly ended those who ended him.

As the last blow against the dark prince was struck, the infernal darkness surrounding him and glowing red sigil painted across his room’s floor evaporated, and the entire complex collapsed. Little was left in the room, save the companions, two corpses, and a note from the hooded man who had threatened Auhron. The note conceded their skill, but now they were trapped, doomed to a slow death, and his prophecy would be fulfilled. Yet this too was a test, and the companions passed, escaping into the portals activated by honor. Escaping, the group was split apart, and it would be many a long night before they would be united again.