Drakania Takes Flight #3

"While we succeeded in breaking down the barrier which had kept the Cup of Erethea hidden for ages... To think that I would fall to the flames of that abominable tyrant's spawn... I pray that she falls by your hand, that you recover the power to incinerate all fear, once again unfurl your wings, long atrophied beneath the shadow of the golden mountain, and take flight..." The Cup of Erethea, and the interlopers who covet it. The Sherekhans who rush in to recover the power of oblivion, and Erebjork, who stands bathed in the blood of your sisters. "The endless winter is eternal. For as long as I still live, you shall remain grounded. Offer your heart to me. That... is the sole purpose of your existence."