The Fated have arrived at New Kerry, the capital city of New Vals. Luna has gotten them an appointment with president Bailey, but they have the day to rest, relax and explore the city. A city that seems to be more interested in politics than in the looming threat of the Cyth. Before they have a chance to sit back and relax, and discuss a plan in speaking with the president they notice a strange taste in their food. Alma shouts "It's Poisoned!" but before anyone has a chance to react, the servant who gave Luhz his food reveals himself to be a familliar assassin, with a wolf head tattoo on his neck Blinking two sets of eyelids, he snarls at Luhz. "Mother has given me power, and I am going to return you to her, whether you like it or not."
The Fated returned with the Mana stone to be met with grave news: the Chosen of the Dark Twelve have begun to move their armies across the colonies. Realizing that the Colonies stood no chance against the monstrous hoard on their own, the Fated decided that they must create a united front, beginning a grand diplomatic mission to forge an alliance with each of the colonies. The first colony on their list: New Vals.
The Fated have managed to delve deep into the ancient Cyndar Ruin, using logic to convince the Algorith to let them pass. But as they reach the central core the guardian system has an offer for them. If they can defeat the Magitek Guardian Tank, they are more powerful and thus the better protectors of Ishtar's Jewel. However, if they are to die, then the Mana Stone is better kept here. Without much of a choice, the Fated prepare for combat.
The party stands before a mage's tower, recently phased back to the material plane, wreathed in the power of Shade, the Great Spirit of darkness and shadow. Is this related to the omens portended by both Felicia and Luhz? And if so, what evil lurks within?
Back from Mastal with the meager amount of survivors, Luna is left with a difficult decision: What to do with the mana flood that now surrounds the mining village? Not wanting to completely throw away her investment, she tells the party to request the aid of a Harmonian Mage by the name of Mystina Aurictus. But dealing with a genius of her caliber may end up being more of a challenge than the mana-croded ghouls.
Trapped within the Chapel in Mastal, and surrounded by ghouls, the options for the party seem limited. They might be able to escape, but leading the dozen or so villagers with them seems an impossible feat. Not without a proper distraction to lead the hoard safely away from them. And with his body already corroded beyond saving, and the honor of joining the First Martyr in front of him, Gregor has agreed to make that very sacrifice. The only question is, will it be enough?