Walking back down the stairs from the peak of the tower, you pause to consider the shattered rubble of the Dayheart piled on the ground in the center of the floor when you notice a strange light being reflected on the broken facets of the great stone. Turning to find what the source of this light is, you are greeted by a vision unseen in these past weeks since coming to the lands of Barovia...the unclouded and bright gleam of the rising sun, peeking almost shyly over the crenelations of the atrium upon which the devil's garden grew. As the sunlight grows stronger and touches the twisted man-shapes of the trees in the garden, they begin to wither and dissolve like icemelt, emitting almost silent sighs as the souls of those trapped within are finally released.
However, even as the restored sunlight begins to burn off the long-standing mists that shrouded the valley below, their evaporating wisps remind you that though driven off in a gaseous cloud, the Master of Ravenloft still dwells in its dark depths, waiting for you, and filled with hate.
(for your part in lifting the fearful curse from the lands of Barovia, you instantly gain 1 level, putting you at 1 xp into your next level.)
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