Dim moonlight filters through the collapsed ceilings of the hidden vault beneath Cursehaven. Shadows dance across eridian ruins, and ominous chanting echoes from distant catacombs. There, surrounded by flickering candles and arcane symbols, stands Eleanor Olmstead clad in ceremonial robes, her eyes shimmering with devotion and dread.

Her voice rings ethereal, fragile, yet resonant.

“Do you feel the pulse? The Heart of Gythian beats on, and Vincent, trapped within, still whispers… Join us, and hear his voice.”