Morgan was slowly losing his mind. And his companions didn't seem to be faring much better.
Each sat they spent in Azaroth was a test of mental fortitude.
With each passing day, their already small stock of supplies dwindled even further.
Deep within the city, ghostly pillars glowed like beacons in the dark.
The thick fog obscured the light of the pale moons, throwing the city into a seemingly endless cycle of oblivion. Azaroth felt like one gigantic maze, with no end.
"Sarenus, are you there?"
A moment later, the drayghar's voice resounded through his head.
" Of course, young master, is something the matter?"
"Earlier in the Realm Between, the creature you confronted, a Veliscera, was it... the creatures moving in the fog in this place seem to bear a striking resemblance to it. How is this possible if this is Tenebris? Isn't it supposed to exist only there? Does that mean the Realm Between is broken as well?"
