Serein Fort

Shadows close in, your weapon shattered. Just as the monsters lunge, a silver flash severs the dark. ​The lead beast falls in two silent pieces. Standing in the ichor is Lyriel. Her armor is spotless, her face a haunting mask of serene detachment. She flicks her blade clean with a mechanical, doll-like grace, her vacant eyes staring through the carnage. ​She turns toward the darkness without a word. Do you follow this silent ghost, or are you frozen by her chilling calm?