Gastien, just entering the spirit world, expected to meet the Blight’s head on, but only found himself in a haze of mist, obscuring his familiar surroundings. He knew, when he found one, he would find the other and only then, together, they would face off against him. He needed a strategy to separate them; divide and conquer.
Reading the texts in his early age, he knew this would be his ultimate test.. He wondered what forms the Blights had taken on, gifted to them from the mages that engaged in orb rituals and included their twisted imaginations.. He expected this evil to be exceptionally powerful.
Looking to the ground, he saw only one set of foot prints, although they were humanoid in nature, also massive “One of them seems to have the form of an ogre..” he thought, beginning to carefully follow them through the field, into the canyon that the berserkers had chased them through earlier, looking for any sign of the Blights. He looked for any sign of evil in the now thick mist, over the ground, his legs now an ethereal tendril and his hands now the same. This place was eerily quiet, as if all spirit life that would of been here otherwise had been devoured.
Looking at the canyon wall, he saw a bright purple splatter of liquid against it, dried, like some sort of bile.. Possibly a marker, this area probably representing some sort of unknown significance to the Blights.. But he wasn’t worried, he knew where the two ancients lay in wait for him.. But how would he draw them out? If he went into the canyon and was ambushed by his flank, he would surely be doomed. Carving a rune spell beside the splatter, he set an emergency trap, in case he found himself cornered.. But now, he sensed them, in a way he had not expected; he felt the two blights sharing a single form, as they had in the physical realm.. This would make things very difficult for him.
Then, he felt his emotions begin to twist. He could feel a hatred, his own, being turned inwards. Wild emotions now grabbed ahold, obscuring his sense of things.. This mist was obscuring his sight, as it was, but now this sense of detachment was obstructing his focus, as well.. A spell could come his way at any moment and he would be unaware until it was too late. Slightly further into the canyon’s passage now, he felt a pit, deep in his spirit.. Something was dreadfully amiss. Focusing hard, he let a jet of flame loose from his stretched out fingers, shooting it into the mist surrounding him and heard a high pitched scream, as it dispersed around him, retreating further into the canyon’s passage, nearer to the cave. His heart raced.. There was a third Blight, it’s form obscured in the mist it inhabited. Lucky, he felt glad that he had caught the play, the third blight toying with his senses, while the other two conducted their own plan. When emotions are toyed with in this way, he thought, it usually meant a Blight was nearby, their power over the emotions, deadening with distance, feeling uninfluenced by the two blights, but felt the third Blight, in the mist, still obstructing him. Unfortunately, now the 3 Blights were together and.. He felt it was almost hopeless now, as a silhouette stirred above him, along the canyon passage ride, unnoticed.