The Forceful Return!

Barren Mountains, cave.

"Are you sure the way to solve this is hidden here?"

The Red-robed Priestess glanced around and said solemnly, "All I can smell is danger."

The natural cavern was pitch-dark, and a scorching heat radiated from within.

It was easy to guess that a volcano lay below.

Quellys led the way, unruffled. "Opportunity and danger go hand in hand."

Rhaegar leaned against Daeron's back, interrupting the two witches' argument. "Stay focused. Don't waste your strength talking."

Quellys glanced back and silently nodded.

The young king had been afflicted with icy poison. He was relying entirely on the heat of his blood to fight it off, and was already terribly weak.

The group fell quiet and focused on moving forward.

Suddenly, chanting echoed from deep in the darkness.

Rhaegar's breathing was faint, but his senses remained keen. He was the first to notice something amiss.

Quellys raised a hand and said gravely, "They're Fallen Sorcerers from Asshai. They need ore from this active volcano and often come here to make offerings to their evil god."

If there was one thing Asshai had in abundance, it was all kinds of sorcerers.

Under the oppressive gloom that shrouded the land, countless fallen souls had come into being.

"Can we avoid them?"

The Red-robed Priestess didn't want a direct confrontation.

"Probably not."

The gold veil over Quellys's face shifted slightly, and her eyes glimmered. "The treasure is at the bottom of the volcano. The Fallen Sorcerers won't let us take it."

"But..."

The Red-robed Priestess trailed off.

Rhaegar narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Go closer. Kill them all."

Everyone: ...

The king was still the same king, ready to slaughter at the slightest provocation.

But there was no better option.

"Brother, be careful in there."

Daeron supported his brother, bracing