The Astralis Requiem group passed through the black stone archway, clutching their weapons tightly, all clad in sinister black armor, making the group look as if they had emerged from the realm of shadows.
The chamber that opened before them was like the pulsating heart of a corrupted plant, a vast space where the darkness was countered only by the purple glow of the inscriptions on the walls and a subtle blue shimmer from Lohan's Mana flowing through the clones covering the players.
At the center of that sanctuary of bones and fossilized wood, the Arbor Guardian waited, its distorted human face on its trunk seeming to observe the group's arrival with contempt, especially considering how easily it had killed that annoying little blue insect just moments ago.
