We rose, and descended the hill to where Vordt lurked, cowled in darkness and false bravado. We strode through his gate of fog, and with a series of blows that rang through the chamber like the mournful peals of funeral bells, we crushed him. One last pitiful moan hissed from his ruined body as we strode past without slowing, moving to the precipice where winged undead waited to bear us onward.

"Easy that was," Or'do remarked.

"Indeed, yet I feel that he was one of the easier trials before us."

"Of course he was!" Or'do laughed heartily. "But the others shan't stop us either."