Oryx could only do so much for the wounded wizard. The poison had already done too much damage, and his pierced heart lacked the strength to keep its body alive. In the cold embrace of the starlit night, beside the roaring fire of the former cottage, Martox's life came to an end. He passed silently, the pain dulled by Oryx's healing energy.

There were many questions now needing answers. Who had attacked the heroes, and why? What was the strange mark on Celestes neck, and could its magic be undone? Just what the hell was going on? These thoughts echoed through the minds of the heroes, tempered with anger and grief.

Before they could be answered, however, Martox had to be buried. They would then have to find their way to the nearest settlement to regroup and come up with a plan - someone was responsible for all this, and that person had to pay.