The party pushes deeper into the ππππππππππβ¦ and things only get stranger. A floating corpse, soul-sucking leeches, and a cursed trinket are just the beginning.
Their gear? Held hostage by a grizzled merchant demanding soul shards as payment.
Their only guide? A soft-spoken seer who knows too much.
And that hag with the warm smile? Yeahβ¦ no way thatβs normal.
Dark choices, twisted bargains, and shadows that know your name.
