We found the statue of the long dead king as the Aranea queen had described. It was a massive structure, perhaps thirty feet high, but it was the weapon that the statue held that struck me the most. It was a cross between a morning star and a halberd. A strange combination and the coincidence that one is my arm of choice and the other of necessity gave me pause. Worse still we found that the ground around the statue, perhaps an area of several hundred square feet, had indeed been desecrated. Kyuss spawn spewed endlessly from within the earth. Why here? Were they here because of us, or we here because of them? The air elemental on the train to Sasserine told me of the great battle and the fall of Zozial. Kyuss had wielded a great and terrible weapon. Might this be a statue of Kyuss?

Finally the enemy is again in sight. Our travel to this island was not an accident and the perils that we have faced were not random chance. Those that we have lost were not the victioms of fate, but rather casualties of a war that they never knew that they were waging. While the others would think me mad, I find great comfort in all of this. I am once again on purpose

A once subterranean tunnel cut a path from the edge of the tree line across this unholy region, ultimately disappearing beneath the earth at the base of the statue. Kavr’n’n volunteered to fly around the statue and inspect the tunnel before the lot of us made the dangerous trip across the infested land. As he approached the statue two Treants, concealed amongst the trees at the periphery of the clearing, raced towards him and with their mighty limbs batted him out of the sky. He landed hard, but while bruised his leather hide protected him from the greater threat of the worms that writhed around him. These Treants were undead and as we have seen too many times now, infested with the worms.

Kavr’n’n retreated out of the clearing into safer territory, and the Treants charged. As the battle ensued these massive creatures chose the tactic of trampling us with devastating effect. Given their immense size and speed, none of us were able to escape their charge. Continuously we were stomped into the earth and my counter attacks with the morning star had minimal impact as did Lydara’s arrows. Galan demonstrated a combat prowess against them than I have always thought him capable of, but did not witness until now. His axes, crafted for the very purpose of felling trees, became their natural enemy. He wounded them severely as Kavrn’n used his spells to command arcane fire to burn them.

Galan and I stood shoulder to shoulder as he delivered a death blow to the first Treant. As it fell with a horrible shriek, it spewed worms at the both of us in a foul spray. Hastily we batted at them as if extinguishing a fire from our cloaks. The remaining Treant overran us and again I found myself straining to rise from the earth after the onslaught. I was more severely injured than I have been since this war began and in that moment I lost myself to rage. Knowing that I could destroy this creature with one massive blow, I dropped the morning star, planted my feet and swung Blackrazor in a wide arc, dropping my shoulder at the point of impact for maximum power. I would cut it in half.

In those moments all sense of what was happening on the battle field escaped me. I was not certain if Galan had survived the charge. I did not know where Kavr’n’n or Lydara were positioned. In the distance I thought I heard the echo of Kavrn’n screaming a warning, but I was lost. My vision was singular. She was the finest that I have ever held. She was power.

As Blackrazor struck the undead Treant, I saw a blinding flash of black light that felt as though it tore from the fabric of my soul. The pain was unlike any that I have ever felt in battle. It was I imagine like being burned alive. As I struck the earth and the blackness enveloped me, I understood her true form.

She is evil. She is malignant. She is the devourer of souls and has destroyed all those who were foolish enough to try and possess her.

I am free.