Slaughtering the denizens that occupied the crypt, you left the crippled and broken remains of phase spiders and shard golems in your wake. upon reaching the the bottom of the mausoleum, you finally found the tomb of elderlord vanthor of dyne. alas, to your surprise, it yielded no corporeal remains. instead, you found a shadowtouched wyrm-wraith feeding on corruption and darkness. upon its death, the force animating the drake leapt and bounded from corpse to corpse. this raw, dark energy was completely impervious to your meager weapons and, had it not been for the help of a peculiar stranger who, as a last resort, feasted on the creatures fel, you are quite sure you would not be here right now.