Vilgefortz was in Stygga, in a somber hall. The torch flames cast grotesque shadows on the stone walls. He felt the constant pain in his face, a reminder of the disaster at Tor Lara that had left him blind in one eye and disfigured. He advanced through the hall, stopping in front of a black crystal mirror. He observed the grotesque scar and the precious stone in his eye, which shimmered with a mystical glow, allowing him to see through magic. He touched the stone in his face, feeling the magic flow through it. With a sudden movement, he began to devise a plan in his mind. The darkness of the hall seemed to close in around him, silent accomplices to his imminent vengeance. Soon, the world would know the true extent of his fury. And Stygga would be just the beginning.