The heroes’ quest in the City of Planes led them all around searching for the “secret to victory”, but to no avail. They decided to spy the cultists’ activities to get a better sense of what it could be. The Cult of Hunger’s activities – gathering ingredients for the ritual that would connect the planes – was the source of inspiration for the adventurers. Food is a common subject in the Cult, but there was something else linking all of their ingredients. They were all parts of dead sentient creatures.
In a desperate attempt to secure victory, the heroes went into a tomb, where the dead from all over the multiverse lay to rest. Violating crypt after crypt, the adventurers eventually broke into a coffin to find the skeletal remains of a powerful archnecromancer, whose name has been lost in history for a long time. Getting their hands dirty, they inspected the corpse, and noticed there was something inside its chest cavity. A chill went down their spine. Was this it? Was it cursed? Was it worth it? They started tearing the carcass apart, breaking its spine and removing a tome from inside it, with its spine binding the book together. Laughter echoed inside their minds.
The adventurers hurried out of the tomb – they couldn’t be late when going after the Cult. Just before leaving the underground, the sound of chanting and the bright light of a portal could be sensed. This was it, the ritual happened exactly where they were. They turned around, following the chanting, finding no cultist, but a portal, and the heroes went straight through it in pursuit of the enemy.
In the demon lord’s domain, they looked through the portal they just went through. It wasn’t anything resembling the City of Portals – it was Colossus! With a direct link between the material plane and the Abyss, humanity was in danger. The heroes opened the Book of Death, forbidden power wielded by their hands. The book’s jaw cackled maniacally as it granted power over undeath to the adventurers. Now, it was time to put that power to good use.
Dozens of cultists, undead, and demons stood in their way as they went for the demon lord’s throne. None were a match for their new-found power. As they entered the throne room, the demon lord grinned. Was it confident in its own abilities? Was it content that the adventurers had been corrupted? Was it searching for the Book of Death all along? Regardless of who would win this battle, evil was victorious.
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