Nach Ironspire
The Shadow Fortress, once a grim stronghold of Umbra’s power, is now unrecognizable. Light floods every room, and the cold, dark walls shimmer in warm colors. Umbra, now in her true form, stands before you. Her hair resembles liquid silver, and her eyes glow with gratitude.
“You have freed me from Cobol’s curse,” she says, her voice soft and clear, like the first light of dawn. “But my fight is over. Yours has only just begun.” Tinker hovers excitedly. “Ironspire! It’s Cobol’s final stronghold. His heart, his power — everything is concentrated there.”
Umbra nods. “Ironspire is not just a city. It’s a fortress of metal and might. Everything you’ve learned so far will be put to the ultimate test there. Cobol will not hesitate to unleash all his minions and technologies against you.”
Willow slings his lute over his shoulder and casts one last look at the Fortress of Light. “Well, I suppose there’s no turning back now. Time to bring the fight to Cobol.”
Umbra raises her hands, and a radiant path of light appears, leading from the fortress straight to Ironspire. “I cannot go with you, but I give you my final gift: the way forward. Go with courage, and remember what you’ve achieved so far.”
Tinker beeps with determination. “We’ll show Cobol the resistance lives on!”
Ironspire
With every step you take along the path, Ironspire looms larger on the horizon. The city’s towers pierce the sky like steel thorns, and the air hums with a distant vibration — the pulsing heart of Cobol’s dominion.
Willow looks at you, a smirk on his lips. “Well then, who wants to knock on the door first?” Ironspire is a beast of steel and shadow. The noise of machines and the rhythmic stomp of Cobol’s minions fill the air. Tinker zips ahead nervously, projecting a map with a small blinking point. “This is it,” she beeps. “Bastet sent me a waypoint. She says we need something from this lab to face Cobol.”
You follow the signal through narrow alleys and into the depths of the city. The path ends at an unassuming door marked with runes and mechanical locks. Tinker hums with satisfaction.
“This is Morrigan’s old alchemy lab. Bastet says it’s protected by enchantments — so no sudden moves.”