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Shadows Crossing
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Bellara: Whole lot of blood magic during the war.
Rook: I bet this is usually a nice view.
Harding: I think we can get in over here.
Rook: Harding, you sure you’re up for this? Harding: I’m fine. I need to get back in the fight.
Rook: Neve, you sure you’re up for this? Neve: I’m fine. Couldn’t sit still much longer.
Rook: Then let’s go.
Rook: We have to get rid of this blight.
Rook: This is a nasty mess. Gotta get through here.
Neve: Try smashing it.
Harding: He’s stuck in some sort of mental loop. We don’t even exist to him.
Bellara: What would the mayor want with Veil Jumpers?
Harding: What is this?
Bellara: Something came out of there.
Neve: Something big.
Bellara: A sinkhole. But how?
Neve: This has to be Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain’s doing.
Rook: Careful. One slip, and there’s no telling where you’ll end up.
Harding: The Deep Roads, probably.
Harding: A lot of darkspawn down there.
Bellara: And now they’ve got a way out.
Bellara: Creators…
Rook: What have you done?
Villager 5: Must bring everyone here. Villager 6: Must lock them up. Villager 7: To witness the glory of her new creation.
Harding: Her? Is he talking about Ghilan’nain?
Neve: That sounds like it could be Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain.
Neve: They gathered the villagers here to be blighted. Easy fodder for a sacrifice.
Rook: (Groans) This is awful.
Bellara: Ugh, it can’t be real.
Villager: Help!
Neve: You hear that?
Rook: Someone’s in trouble.
Bellara: That roar we heard…
Rook: I know. Trying not to think about it.
Neve: Another Veil Jumper?
Bellara: But those are the missing Veil Jumpers.
Rook: Not anymore. We need to find whoever’s calling for help.
Villager: Help!
Rook: There it is again.
Neve: At least someone’s in their right mind.
Mayor Julius: Over here! Help!
Harding: Look, a dragon!
Rook: We don’t kill people, not like this. The gods are the murderers.
Mayor Julius: Please… don’t. I’m sorry.
Mayor Julius: You think you’re immune to this? The power they promised me—it’s irresistible. You won’t do any better!
Elgar’nan: Their wills are fragile. Witness how they forsake their own.
Ghilan’nain: They value prestige. Petty comforts. Easily swayed by gold.
Ghilan’nain: Much has changed.
Elgar’nan: Our empire. Our legacy. Vanished, like breath in air. What they call the blight raised us once. It can restore what was lost.
Ghilan’nain: The blight is faint. Locked away from this world by the Dread Wolf.
Elgar’nan: We are the Firstborn. Nothing is beyond our reach. We shall work wonders again.