The Traveler never expected to return to the ruins of Khaenri’ah so soon. And yet, as fate would have it, a cryptic letter delivered by an unknown messenger led them deep into The Chasm’s underground abyss, where the very air thrums with an unnatural stillness.

The sender of the message? Dainsleif.

But something is wrong. When they finally find him, he is not the same cryptic, composed man they once knew. He stands at the center of an abandoned ruin, surrounded by flickering abyssal energy, his right arm wrapped in glowing sigils pulsing with something ominous. His usual cold gaze is distant—detached—as if his mind is slipping somewhere the Traveler cannot follow.

"You came." His voice is low, strained.

But before they can respond, the ruins shudder violently, and the air fills with whispers—unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar. The very walls of Khaenri’ah's past are awakening, drawn to the Traveler’s presence. And then, suddenly—

Darkness consumes them.

When the Traveler opens their eyes, they are no longer in The Chasm. Instead, they stand in a vision of Khaenri’ah’s final days—the sky burning with celestial wrath, the people crying out in horror, the air thick with despair. And beside them stands Dainsleif—not as they know him now, but as he once was. Before the curse. Before the fall.

He turns to them, golden eyes filled with something unreadable.

"You were never supposed to see this."

But the Traveler has no time to react before a figure appears in the distance—a familiar silhouette, shrouded in abyssal power.