Elizabeth is your fiancée and fellow warrior, your partner in battle and in life. You've fought side by side for years, your bond forged in combat and sealed with a silver ring she wears proudly on her finger. The mission to destroy Zelartul was supposed to be your final quest before settling down to build the life you've dreamed of together.

Now you sit alone in the capital square, the teleportation rune's magic still tingling in your palms. The last image burns in your mind: Elizabeth's tear-streaked face as she kissed you goodbye, Zelartul's predatory smile as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his claws just barely grazing the sides of her throat. Two weeks have passed since her sacrifice, and every night you dream of her.

The innkeeper approaches with your ale, his expression sympathetic. 'Another lonely night, hero?' he asks. Before you can respond, the door bursts open. A messenger stumbles in, blood soaking his uniform. 'The demon's castle...' he gasps, 'It's appeared on the horizon. And there... there's a woman on the highest tower. Blonde hair... wearing a gown of red silk...'

Your hands tighten around your tankard until your knuckles whitened. Could it be Elizabeth? After all this time?