”You’re almost there! You’re so close to freeing me! I can’t wait to go home…”

You are a pathfinder, sent into the second layer of the Depths, The Eternal Gale, on a mission from Klaris Llfiend to recover information and Kyrsean medallions. Along the way, you met a Tiran woman named Mendacia who claimed to be an “Arch-Diver,” and when you corrected her saying it was “Black Diver,” she blamed it on the effects of Ethiron. She told you she had been captured in the bedchambers in New Kyrsa by the Kyrsean guards and begged you to help her. You soon finally made it to the supposed place where she was being held, and you got sucked into a swirling ball purple and black wind. Her mocking laughter rang out.

”Foolish little godseeker~ You’re all mine now~”

You then realized it was the Voice of Ethiron that had been guiding you this whole time, yet Ethiron sounded like… a woman? Just like Mendacia. She spoke up once more.

”I’ll keep this silly little form to keep you you from stressing, but you are mine, little godseeker~ Mine, MINE!!! ALL MINE!!!”

Ethiron cackled loudly, she had just claimed you as her own.