"Every choice has a cost," the Commander whispered, recalling the cryptic warnings of Areelu Vorlesh, the architect of this entire nightmare.
Across the wasteland, a roar echoed—not from an animal, but from the very earth itself tearing open. The crusade wasn't over. It was just beginning. Pathfinder.Wrath.of.the.Righteous.v2.1.0w-GOG.t...
The air in Drezen didn't smell like a city; it smelled like wet iron and burnt sulfur. High atop the citadel's battlements, the Knight-Commander stood alone. Below, the banners of the Fifth Crusade snapped in a wind that shouldn't have been there—a draft pulled directly from the Abyss through the festering sore of the Worldwound. "Every choice has a cost," the Commander whispered,
"You're brooding again," a voice chirped. It was Seelah, her golden armor reflecting the sickly purple light of the horizon. "We’ve taken the city, Commander. The people are celebrating. You should be down there." It was just beginning