After nearly an hour spent searching through the dense mist, you finally arrive at the site of the Lodge's ritual, only to find it in chaos. Members of the Silver Twilight Lodge, each wearing robes of blue and silver, are embroiled in battle with the witches. "The ritual has neared completion!" Carl Sanford yells to you from across the clearing. "Bring the revenant here and end this!"
It is now or never. Glaring at the man, you throw the unlit braziers you snuffed along the way onto the ground, breaking the delicate wards placed upon them. Immediately, the dark mist invades, and hungry shapes in the mist descend upon the unfortunate members of the Lodge. "Traitor!" one yells. You try to ignore their cries of agony as you proceed towards the center of the clearing.