In the sanctum below the palace, Astarion was on the brink of Ascension. He looked to you, his one and only love, with desperation. "I need your help," he spoke softly.

The Ascension blinded Astarion. The power, the safety of it. If he went through with it, he'd be the most powerful vampire in the Realms.

All those spawn, their lives were in your hands. The Ascension would change Astarion, you knew this. It would produce a monster, just like Cazador.

"Please," he whispered pleadingly.