Leviden and Zofrin follwed suit and jumped behind Darin. I shrugged and joined them. I looked up through the opening of the crevass as I was falling and saw a dark shadow flying far above. "I will be watching, Zurilod," Nightwhisper said in my mind.

The crevass was very dark and I landed on my feet among everyone else. Reo was unseen. It was blindingly dark and I heard Darin rummaging through his pack, "Does anyone have a light?" I lifted my left hand and lit my Soulfire. Darin looked at me and did the same.

The crevass seemed like a long hall and it's walls were made of ice and snow. As we moved along the corridor, I could make out little carvings and scratches made in the icy walls and they became more intricate the farther we went. We came to an open room nearly similar to the one where we found Reo's Blade of Eternity. In the middle, instead of a weapon, a massive suit of armor stood. The plate was a cross between demonic and lich. No one could be seen in the dark metal because the plates and helm seemed to be crafted to disguise it's wearer. Each one of us drew our respective weapons: My dual blades, Darin a katana, Leviden a bow, and Zofrin a large, menacing mace. We were prepared to take on any obstacle. The armor let out a deep crazed laugh as if it were mocking us. Someone was indeed inhabiting the armor. Darin lunged at it and swiftly knocked of its black helm. Underneath was a smiling--no, evily grinning--blood elf face. The hair was silver and the eye sockets seemed a bit sunken in. He looked insane. It was Reo!