Deep within the ruin of Kar-Halgrun, Vorlath rose fully.
He no longer needed stone. He was stone. He had absorbed the mountain. He moved through tunnels older than time, heading south. Where he walked, the world blistered. Animals fled. The sky turned red.
He neared the River Kael, one of the great lifelines of Terra.
If it fell to his corruption, the land would die.
The champions had mere days.