Madvent Calender 3 Necrosis

It's becoming too powerful... Lost in an ocean of dark isolation, her voice beckons to you once more. The comforting black ink dissolves, and you bathe in the blinding glow of unnatural lights. Your sight returns, and you are drifting in the bay of bustling city. Many towers scrape the sky, but one pierces right through it. The glass ball atop its point resonates with the same energy that religiou…