Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no idea what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that is, uncharacteristically, muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which doesn't make sense, or wouldn't if he were a scout like she had thought. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning that's uncharacteristically muffled, and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.

Tess is huddled in the underbrush by the side of a road, watching a quartet of pale, carapaced individuals and the portal that three of them just emerged from.

The disheveled ashlander, the one she and Fanshaw were chasing a moment ago, is stammering something in his native tongue. This is directed not at the pair of hook-wielding giants, but to the hunchback behind them, who responds tersely.

Tess mentally translates. The disheveled one is pleading for his life, which... wouldn't make sense, if he were on the same side as the other three, so maybe he's not actually a scout. She's getting started on the hunchback's demands when Fanshaw makes a break for the portal.

She hesitates. Going through to the Lower Realm is objectively a terrible idea, and Tess has no clue what led the other wight to try it. But she has only a split second to act, and she wants to know what the ashlanders are doing here. So she follows.

For a moment, she's suspended in a black abyss. It's airless, but she doesn't need to breathe anymore, and the ashlands are visible as a distant circle up ahead. Then the Voice at the Gate delivers a warning - it's uncharacteristically muffled - and she hits a patch of turbulence that knocks her off-course.