It’s funny, she thought, each time they
send me back here I get a little bit closer to the door. Maybe one day I’ll go inside. Then she stopped and shook her head, knowing
if the doors of Hammerknell ever did open Telara would be in a worse state than
it is now.
Holding Scotty’s gift, she crossed the
paths heading towards the east. As she
rounded a corner of the fortress she knew she was in the right place. Before her, an Abyssal Cultist was channeling
magic through the rune vessel and into water-being four times as large as she
was. The water-being crashed into the
wall of Hammerknell. Again and again it
crested over the stones.