"Center… the city center. He… controls it all… illusions… the main avenues… twisted…" He trailed off, trembling as though the memory alone threatened to break him. "Don't… don't go there, please. Or if you do… end it."
I exchanged a glance with Asterion, who looked grim but resolute. Even he, with all his earlier caution, recognized that turning back was no longer an option. The traveler's words confirmed the cult was dug in deeply, illusions saturating Kael'Thorne's core. He also confirmed the name 'Harbinger,' the rumored figure at the heart of the cult's power. Not Belisarius, but close enough to disturb me.
We pressed on, leaving the man behind after ensuring he had no injuries illusions couldn't heal. There was nothing else we could do for him. If illusions had already half-consumed his mind, it would take more than sympathy or a stray healing spell from me to fix him.
