Act 5.2

A vampire whispers something in Gariel's ear, he smiles and says "the elves' weapons are ready, their alliances interest me more and more", the court heads towards the armory with the battle leader, upon arrival he is carefully checking the weapons; "are of a very detailed and beautiful carving, but the particular thing is the carved rune, I suppose it is the one that imbues the elven weapons with magic, it will be useful I suppose" he says while looking curiously.

The decision has been made and someone will infiltrate, this work as always will be to Illanis and everyone prepares for the coming battle. The place is not far from the portal that Daghirath will open. A few hours pass and Simith approaches Belksasar "I think I should accompany Illanis, I do not doubt his abilities, but perhaps he needs to convince the forces of the slaver, in that I am the best "Belksasar remains silent and after a while he says: “go ahead, but remember not to risk more than necessary. They will leave in a couple of hours, we will do the same as soon as they give us a signal”.

Illanis and Simith go through the portal and walk directly to the enslaver's lair, it is a building without a defined shape, its walls are constantly moving and when being closer they realize that the walls are tortured souls and chained to the stone that when trying flee give an erratic shape to the building.

A gigantic drawbridge suddenly drops down right at the feet of SImith and Illanis, the weight makes the ground temper, a female creature is standing right in front of them, she has a helmet that covers her entire head and some metallic symbols that come out from his back, they shine as if they radiated magic, with the staff that he has in his hands he signals them to enter.

Does a harsh voice come out of that helmet "What are those who still have a soul come here to do?" he "The creature examines him for a moment" I will bring you before him, but if he pleases he will snatch their souls and they will be empty shells. "

They take them to the top, already without a roof you can see the chaotic and swirling skies, the enslaver is sitting on a throne, his shape and voice are constantly changing and you cannot distinguish if it is him or her, not even if he is alive or not; a mixed voice of many tones and echoes sounds everywhere, what can bring the living here?

How will the enslaver be deceived?