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The wanderer arrived on the 49th Day of Midyear, 492 D.A., as promised — a gust of freezing winds trailing him. As he entered my throne room, an unsettling mist lingered where he stepped.

His face was cloaked to hide a ghastly sickness... a kind I had never laid eyes on before. His flesh was pale and tinged blue; his face lacking symmetry as if he had suffered a stroke in years past - or as if he had been assembled, not born. Such a pitiful being.

Thin hands held out a bright blue flask, shimmering in the candlelight. A weapon, he called it. A secret... hidden from us by the Ancients.

He needed not say more. I had long been aware that the tricksters only reveal what they please.

I grasped the flask and I gulped down the mystery inside. Dust motes began to swirl at the edges of my vision. Mist rose around me, enveloping each breath I took... crept inside me, breached my heart, my skull, and settled behind my eyes. It was pulling. Pulling upwards, towards my eyelids, fluttering, til my feet left the palace carpet.

Levitation. I floated above the ruins, above the vermin, the cowards, the liars.

Once I reunited with the familiar ground below, the wanderer flashed a smile. He had given me both means and reason to strike.

My hands shake, still... but I must grip my blade firmly.

— Lord Vorgoth, Guard of the North, Ruler of Rimgard