A Fated Encounter

After many days, when Roderick saw Abbendis again, he almost failed to recognize her. The Scarlet Crusade's grand general, who had always brimmed with a fierce passion for battle, was nowhere to be seen.

The female warrior before him radiated an air of utter despondency, making it hard for him to believe she was the same person.

Abbendis was not as strong inside as she appeared. During this time, she had constantly questioned herself. She had gambled her own reputation, her father's, and her family's.

As a result, the Scarlet Crusade had now split into two factions, with one side doubting a fearless warrior fighting the Undead to the death on the front lines.

And that person was a renowned, highly decorated first-generation paladin.

Countless times in the dead of night, Abbendis had stared into the pitch-black sky and questioned her own heart. She must have been controlled by a devil to make such a choice.

If Roderick had not appeared soon, cruel reality might truly have driven her mad. She would have rushed to Stratholme and confronted Dathrohan herself, putting an end to it all.

"Roderick, you must have a way." Abbendis was like a traveler about to drown, unwilling to let go of this final straw. She placed all her hopes on Roderick.

"Don't worry, Abbendis. I'll handle all of this." Roderick reassured her, calming Abbendis's anxious heart considerably.

"This was indeed my oversight. The advice I gave you that day was not particularly clever, but there must be something wrong with Stratholme, where Dathrohan is stationed."

"Wait here for my message. If this Raven Guard Insignia starts vibrating, it means I've found the problem with Stratholme."

"Contact the High Inquisitor at once, along with the other Scarlet Crusade higher-ups, and head to Stratholme together. Tell them you