Horizon of Darkness

After fierce battles with several more groups of rats and their leader, the slightly scratched elf put away his flute and approached the skeleton, which likely belonged to their victim. "Nightmare claims you for its realm. Accept this rest, unknown one." The undead stared back impassively with the black voids of empty eye sockets. With a wave of his hand in a magical gesture, Radiell absorbed the spark of residual death energy, barely flickering in these bones, healing the wounds inflicted by the rats, and the skeleton, gnawed by the sewer creatures, crumbled into dust – it had given everything it had and finally ceased to exist in this world. The performance was over, and the corruption had left the collectors. For how long? The mercenaries discovered the source of the summoned creatures – something like a small figurine on the ashes of the largest destroyed rat, but not the one who left it. Perhaps they would meet this sorcerer again, but for now, it was time to return upstairs and report on the completion of the task. And in the tavern, news was already waiting about Calimor's departure and the arrival of Davalia. In the morning, it turned out that Faiblupp had transformed from iron into a hairy creature – apparently, he had caught the same curse as those trolls, only in reverse. With all these ubiquitous spells, something definitely needed to be done, and Radiell, meanwhile, had new tasks on the agenda. Someone had stolen the hunting arsenal in Viden, so he set off there with Nikta and Araell.

- M-maybe someone is in the lighthouse and s-saw them? - Araell asked.

"From there, there should be a good view of the area, and that shed is definitely visible. I think it's worth going, maybe the watchman really saw something, if he wasn't asleep, of course."