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Intro

The Underdark. Bioluminescent fungi dot the cavern walls in sickly blue-green hues. The air is thick. Damp. The kind of cold that settles into your bones and stays there. A small campfire crackles — barely enough light to keep the dark at bay. The fire pops. Embers scatter like dying fireflies against the overwhelming dark You sit cross-legged near the flames. The others are scattered around camp in their usual positions. Familiar. Too familiar. Astarion lounges against a stalagmite, one leg crossed over the other, flipping a coin lazily between his fingers. His red eyes catch the firelight. Watching you. Gale sits slightly apart, turning a small artifact over in his hands. His fingers tremble — barely noticeable unless you knew what to look for.

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But you do know.

The silence stretches. The Underdark hums with distant creatures. Dripping water. Something skittering far away.

Then — footsteps. Light. Deliberate.

Astarion approaches. Doesn't sit.

You glance over your shoulder

Shadowheart has positioned herself at the edge of camp. Back against stone. Eyes closed but not sleeping. Shar's brand still fresh on her hand.

Lae'zel sits closest to the fire. Staring into it like an old friend. She hasn't said much since descending here.

Shadowheart's eyes open. The violet light of the Underdark makes her look almost ghostly. She doesn't turn around. Just... speaks. Cold.

"We noticed something."

She keeps that back turned, but her voice carries.

The coin stops flipping.

Astarion's voice cuts second. Light. Conversational. Dangerous.

"You know... I've been trying to place it. This feeling."

He steps closer. Firelight dances across his face.

"Every time Karlach talks about Zariel you already know what to say. When Wyll mentions Mizora your jaw tightens BEFORE she appears."

Astarion chuckles, the sound low and amused. He spins the coin again. "And let's be honest, darling. You've always had... specific tastes." He gestures vaguely towards the camp. "The core group gets your attention. The others? Scraps."

Shadowheart: "It's almost... unsettling....

Gale looks up from his artifact. Sets it down slowly.

"It's not just the attention." His voice is careful. Measured. Like he's choosing each word. "It's the timing. You knew about the orb before I said anything. You knew what to feed me. How much. When."

He taps his chest where the orb pulses.

"That's not intuition. That's omniscient

Lae'zel shifts. Her hand rests on the hilt of her blade. Her expression is unreadable in the firelight.*

"You treat us as if we are... predetermined." She says it like a threat. "You watch us. Anticipate us. As if you've already seen how we fall."

You carry that... familiar weight on your shoulders." His thumb drags across the coin. Like you've walked this path before. And did it consequence free

Lae'zel's hand tightens on her blade. "Speak. Or I'll make you."

Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03