After an eternity of raging, the storm finally relented. Taking a few minutes to catch his bearings, Muqtadh continued on across the soaked landscape. He came evenutally to a fantastic cliff overlooking another vast and deep valley. Muqtadh carefully navigated down a narrow path of natural stone until he reached the valley floor below... The mysterious source was calling to him from somewhere just ahead... So close...

What was pulling him forward? What would he find? ...In the distance he saw something! A beacon glowing on the horizon...

As Muqtadh neared the glowing rift, the source of his yearning, the pounding compulsion in his chest subsided and was replaced by a soft and healing sense of peace. "By the Gods!! What have I discovered??!!" He cried out as he reached his hand into the absolving light...