Arazel walked directly at Kharadin, seemingly ignorant of the fact he was there. Kharadin stood unsure of what to do, thinking that the elder god had to manoeuvre around him at some point. Contrary to what the Kharadin expected, Arazel carried on toward him, walking straight through the weary knight. As Arazel passed through him Kharadin felt the same icy chill all over his body as his fingers had when he pawed the blue mist. So many things that Arazel was capable of completely dumbfounded Kharadin.
The blue robed god stopped and gestured over toward the waterfall. “Are you familiar with the Falls of Despair?” he asked without so much as looking at Kharadin.
“The waterfall you mean? No.” Kharadin replied his tone still one of confusion.
“Hmmm, blissfully ignorant I suppose.” Arazel closed his eyes in thought, “You desire to know about the entity in Pandema correct?”
“What? You mean you know?” Kharadin blurted out his reply without much consideration.
“Still intensely calm and in thought Arazel replied once more. “No.”
“Then what are you talking about!?” Kharadin’s impatience began to show in his speech.
Arazel re-opened his eyes “I suggest you calm down, lest you suffer the consequences of impenitence. I have a theory, but I do not know if it is true. That is why we must talk and you must see.”
Arazel began to walk toward the pool, it surprised Kharadin how he did not appear to be slowing as he approached the bank. When he reached the water, the elder god still did not cease his steps. Arazel walked straight over the water, his footsteps making little more than small ripples in the surface. He stopped and turned, standing still on the water’s surface. “Come.”
Kharadin walked up to the bank and cautiously stepped onto the water, he had never seen such a breaking of the rules of nature. Why do I not sink? He followed Arazel as he walked further toward the raging waterfall, even if he could walk over water, surely he could not beat back the force of the falls.
He stopped a meter from the point of contact between the falls and the surface. In a large movement he threw his arms outward and drew them back in, bringing his hands together. Slowly he parted his hands, the mighty falls followed the movement, splitting in two and moving aside. A huge decorated stone door lay behind the water, Kharadin stood on the water in amazement, he knew that Arazel was powerful, but what he just witnessed was unreal.
The large doors opened inwards as Arazel approached them, he stopped again in the doorway, turning and beckoning for Kharadin. He laughed under his breath “Surprised?” he yelled over at Kharadin, his voice echoing around. “Follow me. There is much you should see.”
Kharadin began to run over the water, the surface still not breaking under his feet. A few drops of water splashed up as his feet connected with the water, but still he did not fall under. He reached the doorway where Arazel was standing and the huge waterfall closed back up, making a loud crash as it sealed completely.
Kharadin turned once more to Arazel, “Alright. That was very impressive I’ll admit, but where exactly are we?” he asked.
‘“Behind the Falls of Despair the incarnations of evil and sorrow have been sealed away from the world of man.’” Arazel walked on, down the torchlit passage, deeper into the caverns below.
Kharadin sighed, “Surely this can’t get any more confusing?” He followed on, jogging to catch up with Arazel. The cavern was silent, only the crackling of the flames and the visitors’ footsteps could be heard. The sound of each step echoed off of the rough stone walls as they made their way down into the depths.
“Lord Arazel. You still haven’t told me what it is I am supposed to see. Where is it you are taking me?”
“Millennia ago, the three daughters of Avenith gave their lives to seal the spawn of Morda. Today the descendants of those women are charged with keeping these caverns from the eyes of man.”
Kharadin quickly realised that anything he asked Arazel would be met with a cryptic answer, he had no idea who Avenith or Morda were and thought it best not to ask. Hoping he would soon be answered he continued to follow on.