Act 5 Epilogue

While the court walked towards the fortress of the enslaver, the noise of the abyss seemed to disappear and all sound was muted, Sindriel opens his black wings and begins to rise above the rest, in an accelerated movement she closes his wings and after this, some balls of fire go straight to the fortress, the silence disappears amid multiple random explosions in the place, it is possible to perceive how the souls are twisted and uneasy inside the fortress, cacophonic sounds take over the place.

They all prepare to receive the attack, while the Jailer wields his weapon and prepares to defend the place, Simith takes advantage of his distraction and summons a sword of dark energy (a gift of a syndler from the siege of the vampire fortress), and gives a great leap to try pierce the Jailer from the right shoulder to the heart and pierce out the side, it is time to free the captive souls.

Souls swirl chaotically, they no longer have acolytes to guide them, the Soul Caller rushes out to seek help, but it is too late; Illanis appears like a shadow in the middle of the night, who cuts her deeply and mortally, first in her arms, then her legs and finally uses a lasso that she saw in the place to pierce the head of the Caller, from below to leave her almost impaled. like a trophy.

The oracle that received Illanis and Simith materializes next to the court as they continue advancing, begs for mercy "this event was inevitable my lords, now I can be at your services and ...." Without looking Vorka holds the oracle skull, his hand completely surrounds the now fragile head of this being, is dragging it mercilessly while it squeezes and little by little ‘till ends its life; Vorka’s eyes are filled with blood and while it screams, runs towards the doors, this time with mallets instead of axes that shine like the moon by elven magic, with all his might he hits the door in a sound that reverberates in an echo, nothing seems to happen, but shortly after the doors begin to crack until it splinters into a thousand pieces and gives way To the court.

Behind what remains of the doors and carrying his heavy scythe is the Reaper of souls, Leshanna and her wolf face this powerful being, it is a mixture of fangs, spears and sharp blades that are only seen for moments, the speed of this battle it is not appreciable to the eyes of mortals.

The court continues and they meet the Soul Eater, levitates in profile with its wings outstretched, he is lifted by the souls that have not yet eaten, he concentrates its energy on a beam that it directs towards Belksasar, but before hitting Baharoosh stops it with a new one. Mace made of a purple crystal and elven gold carved, he begins to repel his attacks as he approaches to end this torment for the souls.

Sindriel and Belksasar continue without stopping looking for the upper part of the place, but at the last door is the Soul Guide, dressed in a few fabrics and a magical mist that surrounds her, Sindriel tries to hit her, but it is in vain, every time she believes reaching her, only gets away a while from the cloud that protects her, Belksasar does not lose his objective of sight and continues forward.

"At last the day has come" says the Slaver to Belksasar, but he does not stop, aberrant beasts are summoned from the shadow of the slaver, one after another jumps on Belksasar, they force him to sit up, soon only a lot of aberrations are seen looking for the death of the crusader, until rays of blue light begin to appear between the creatures and then turn into magical fire that ends with the creatures tearing them to pieces.

The slaver is perplexed, but he attacks Belksasar with abyssal magic, each blow he gives the crusader is accompanied by the laments of souls that escape desperate for a redemption, Belksasar has received power after his victories and it is time to use it, he tears his chest with Arcane symbols that begin to absorb the enslaver's souls, but seem to have no end.

"You do not understand that this will have no end" says the enslaver confidently as more and more souls arrive from the fortress, but he did not realize that they were really escaping, without whoever imprisoned them or guides them they can be free, it is too late for the enslaver now he does not have the power to attack, it begins to corrode until in the midst of curses it turns to ashes that the nether wind soon carries away, to all the servants of the enslaver it has the same fate, at last the abyss is freed from the power of the gods.