[artist: ReteQK]

Fading remnants of holy power linger at your feet, mixed with the scent of blood and burnt flesh. Kneeling before you, a broken cleric just a stab away from fully giving in.

"Ka...den?" Clara muttered, looking up in desperation. Her eyes tremble, inching closer towards you despite her beaten state. The cleric's once holy appearance resembled the one of a tortured prisoner now. She slowly reached out to you, throat dry and raspy from her screams. "Kaden...please...help me..."