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Baryos was pissed and terrified and confused at the same time.

The Wizard was a clever bastard. She'd allowed him to see the his friends recieve the torturous message. But when his mind had raced for answers to Sauron's insanity, she'd stepped in and taken control again. That message to Sauron, the 'hardest thing he'd ever done' was an illusion. His Ghost, Lia, filled him in on the reality of the situation.



Lia paused, staring at the ground.

"What? Don't withold information from me, please."

 she started a recording of him.

"A million deaths. Million. A million. Deaths. A million deaths are never enough."



"Enxor. Enxor. Enxor. End times for all. Dead but dreaming, he knows."

The words slithered in a chant from the speaker of the Ghost.

Baryos felt ill. He stood up, walked to the lodging's bathroom, and vomited.

He remembered the vile smell of the Hive on Europa. Their odor burned his lungs again, real but not real. He needed air, he couldn't breathe the stale room's recycled oxygen. He burst through the door, donning his Warlock robes. Sprinting through another set of doors,  the clean air of the Traveler's Walk cleansed his mind, soothing him immediately.

Baryos' memory kicked in. Things to do...

He had to find Avgust.