Gift of Eomar

Part II – The Search for Sytheria

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You hunt a powerful exile bent on the destruction of that which you hold dear. Mystery shrouds her like a thick cloak. Ruination wafts along in her wake.

These waters churn once more. Below the surface can be seen frigid death… but there is a beacon still. It shines as if to light your path, a lighthouse on the breaker.

Can you find your way in a frost-bound land?

Or will you sink under the torrent and allow the depths drag you down into it’s cold, dark embrace?