Dal Shabet

Agidius shook off his thoughts and returned to the conversation. “What’s there to tell!” the man exclaimed, waving his fist in the air. “As planned, we traversed the initial part of the journey with the members of this expedition, and then we split up. We moved much faster because these people were interested in various discoveries and such.” The Knight sighed heavily and continued, “This went on for some time. We fought against the natives, wild animals, and then something far more terrifying appeared. A woman emerged from the forest, and without even introducing herself, she began casting terrible magical spells upon us. In total, there were about 60 of us: 20 Knights and other people – a guide, a doctor, a chronicler, and all the other people necessary for the expedition. Many of us died immediately. Our noble king tried to use Lucian’s ‘Zenith,’ and you may have noticed that the night in this area recently turned into day. Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough,” the Knight paused for a few seconds. “The king died, and we, the surviving Knights, fled. Along the way, two of us died during an attack by the natives, and the rest were taken prisoner.”