Before giving me much time to contemplate it, Malia was off again, blazing trails to the fourth island. Even through the fabric, the energy was strong and confusing. It was easy enough to remove, and we carefully wrapped it in cloth before putting it in our packs.
Here we found a few statues, one of which had another of the strange gems cupped in it's hands. Within a few minutes, Malia had figured out a path to a third island, though it was all just disorienting to me. It radiated with power, so we took it with us before making our way back to the stone pier. There was a large, crumbling fountain on it, and there was some sort of gem that had fallen out of it. Malia decided that this place was a puzzle, a maze of some sort, and took the lead.Īfter a bit of trial and error, we found ourselves on a second island.
When we approached it, more worn stones rose up out of the water the further we walked, the more stones appeared, though sometimes they changed direction on us. We found ourselves upon an island that had a crumbling stone pier reaching out into a vast body of water. Once it fell, a portal opened before us, and after a few minutes discussion, we decided to enter the portal. It was easy enough to defeat, largely because it kept trying to get away.
Not long after we left the pass into this part of the Steppes, we encountered a phase beast. Everything seemed to be twisted by the Alchemist's passing, though perhaps something deeper was at work here Malia had said this was coming for some time.
Packs of them wandered all over the place, and between these foreigners and the undead, Malia and I were engaged in combat more often than not. The Temple Steppes were overrun with powerful Sturmbeorn, corruption causing them to become even more massive and aggressive than before.
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