We entered the Realm of Torment, searching for the tormented souls that are anchored within. Our party varied greatly in their experience with the Mists; while the wizards were plenty familiar, this was Poised Arrow's first time in this nightmare. Regardless, the place succeeded in putting everyone thoroughly on edge. To add to the disquiet, we encountered packs of demons roving across the barren abyss. Finally, after navigating the hellscape, we located three White Mantle souls. Each soul was merged with a demonic entity, a clear indicator of how the three titans had been formed. We fought each of the tormented souls, weakening them to their most vulnerable states to maximize the touchstones' efficacy. The souls' wicked taunts made it easy to forego sympathy for bludgeoning them to bits. Finally, after a trying effort, we managed to release all three of the souls. Once successful, we returned to Mabon, and he prepared to seal the Mists gate from within for good. Our good-bye was an emotional one. It was gratifying to see Waiting Sorrow finally given the opportunity to say a proper good-bye. And Isgarren...well, he betrayed the most genuine expression of care for a friend that we've ever seen him display. I gave Mabon my word that I would trust in Isgarren as we continue our work for Tyria's well-being, and I meant it. With that, Mabon took the Scepter of Orr from a resigned but accepting Livia and sealed the Mists gate. A parting every bit as painful as the original, but this time tinged with the bittersweet closure that comes with saying good-bye. ***