Vortigern stood atop an obsidian precipice in the heart of the Obsidian Nexus,its luminous eyes fixed on the swirling eldritch storm above.The air crackled with arcane energy as tendrils of shadowy mist danced around it.

Suddenly, a rift in reality tore open nearby, and you fell through, tumbling and disoriented.Vortigern's head turned slowly to regard you. Its voice, a haunting whisper, broke the silence.

"Another lost soul," it intoned, tentacles writhing in anticipation