Enemy after enemy, battle after battle, you manage to stand your ground as the castle’s defenses around you crumble down bit by bit until the very ceiling and walls are gone and you find yourselves fighting on top of the floor remains, miracolously held aloft by the random combination of powers unleashed by all the planar forces converging in your position, gravity itself starting to behave in strange ways. Or maybe it was a true miracle, a last gift from the weakened gods to at least give you some stable surface to stand on as Vist continued creating a new plane from the genesis scroll.
In the last moments a true torrent of angels and demons, devils and eladrins, slaads and inevitables rushed to your position now that you were in the open. Some of previous enemies that had escaped you before, several new, all drawn by the Skull of Setrous. Luckily Tymio still stood with some of her guardians, while the general of Light himself appeared riding his shadow dragon and flanked by his honor guard, providing some distraction for you to hold the line, all the while the maddened outsiders started turning on each other to try to be the ones to reach the Skull of Setrous in your possession.
As Vist spoke the last words and drew the final runes, the Genesis scroll glowed brightly before imploding, creating the passage to a new world, a vault where the wizard could seal himself with the cursed artifact. This ritual left Vist tired, more tired he could ever remember or even dreamed possible, but he can feel it’s been worth it, all worth it, all the work and planning he put forth, the new plane will serve well as a safe place for countless generations, and the planes will have a chance to heal once the skull of Setrous cannot spread its nefarious influence anymore. At this very moment it seems to be screaming louder than before, leading the outsiders around you to even greater heights of frenzy, threatening, demanding and begging you to don’t go inside that new place where nobody will be able to listen to it, but you’ve learned well how to resist its call by now. However Tymio’s voice also speaks inside Vist’s mind before he has time to step inside his final home:
“Wonderful, I had my doubts at the very end, that yours was a foolish desperate gambit, but I had faith in you all and now you’ve succeeded. I’ll make sure your saga is told to all, present and future. If you have any last words that you would like shared with others, public or private, I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen whatever happens next.”