Ruchi felt a crushing, pulsing pressure behind her eyes, formed clerical prayers in her mind (Vas An Nox. Rel Sanct.), and noticed her vision clearing up as if a painter suddenly decided to complete the picture. One by one, objects in the Underdark reappeared: the menacing, sharp rocks on the ceiling and walls of the caves, the bridge they had just crossed, Zynrae, and her companion. A curved smile was on the Faern's lips. Had she saved her, and gotten her over the bridge? Their violet gazes locked briefly. What was the voice Ruchi had heard? Something about... the little Light. Ruchi had to be vigilant now, she knew, she had no time to linger on her thoughts. The two slender darkelves were on a mission to find Dreath'myrr. "Fall, and bow." A voice of a thousand dying drow rippled through the caverns. "We do not bow to you." Ruchi took a step towards the voice, but her words were a mere whisper. "Ruchi, let's get the fuck out of here." Zynrae's voice was stern. "We have not located Dreath'myrr yet. The Valsharess demands it." Then, the colossal balor stepped out of the shadows, and the ground started shaking. Rocks fell from the ceiling as he moved and shook the earth. This was no demon similar to those they had seen before. The balor's wings spanned the size of a great hall. His eyes were made of onyx. Pitch-black, obsidian skin clothed him. Horns, longer than the two drow's bodies, shining in colors of gold and silver. In his hand was what looked like brooding fire at first, until he lifted his arm, and he revealed a giant sword of flames. Then, the balor's voice echoed with wrongness, and the dying screams of a thousand drow, except now, the screams turned into a threat. And with that threat, he raised his sword of flames. "Oh, you have found Dreath'myrr. But at what cost? At your peril."
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