As the Tridents traveled towards the closest kingdom from Alliance, the hero's group either settled into their rooms or busied themselves with helping bandage the injured. A few remained in the meeting room with Raven, planning their next move and going over what happened during his outburst in the crystal mansion.
Staring at his own hands, Raven tried to conjure a flame laced with a taste of corruption, but not a flicker of the profane stuff appeared before him. With the demon in his soul now purged, his control of it had gone as well. Leaving only darkness in his arsenal of conjuration.
"I don't think I can summon the creatures that I caught with corruption anymore…" Pressing his lips shut, the hero heaved heavily before lifting his shoulder and looking around. "I've lost the demon, the monster that Arche was talking about."
