The Lore of Thaumaturge Jahid of the Hollow

How long had it been since he first touched the Goblet of Immortality to his lips? How many centuries had passed? Forest had risen in what were once baren lands. Mountains had crumbled. Rivers that once had a purpose, now meandered as if they had no destination at all. The Quantum Shadow changed everything. It engulfed whatever it touched making things that once were, never to be again.

The Great Owl puffed up his feather as if to protect against the frigid thoughts running through Thaumaturge’s mind.

“Sorry old friend. I let my mind wander. Back to business, shall we?

The journey from Alessar’s Keep to the Great Owl Oblisk had taken its toll. Here they would prepare the incantation. Here, they would make their final stand against the powers of darkness.

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