The Map of Altamir

The shocking revelation about the Staff of Chaos changed everything. Till now, Zepheroth was lying powerless in his own domain, but with his favored weapon back in his possession, he could unleash his dark magic and wreak havoc upon the human world.

Count Gressil furrowed his brow and moved his hands over the map, carefully flattening its creases. “If your Goddess speaks the truth then we do not have much time. The necromancers have already captured two important cities and are on their way to conquer the third.”

“But Zepheroth needs a host to invade our world,” Ezra intervened. “Without a host, the Lord of Decay cannot travel between realms. He is still bound to his domain.”

“Well, that gives the necromancers more reasons to attack Magaravia. By now they must have figured out that Tanya and I have gone into hiding. And what better place to seek shelter than the capital?” Count Gressil’s left eye twitched as beads of sweat glistened on his creased forehead. “If the Staff of Chaos has r