Narrator: Surrounded by low growls and echoes of Screams, the collective makes it way into the Eternal Abandon. Hildor: Keep your mind steadfast, as we cannot see into the distance. Lord Bonecrush: Brom, Keep the torch high. We need to be ready for anything. Overlord Brom: MFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMMM (talking through helmet) Lord Bonecrush: Good. Narrator: A faint voice reaches their ears. They approach a withered old man who is down to the bone. The Keeper: Over here! I knew you'd come! Lord Bonecrush: Old man, are you one of the ancient beings? The Keeper: Yes, however, I am being held captive by a foul being resurrected by Dregmour. Davidicus: Dregmour? Who is this you speak of? The Keeper: ...S-Sorry I fell asleep, what? Collective: DREGMOUR! The Keeper: Oh, he is the man you seek behind this slaughter, he... Nevermind that now, I will tell you everything, But now you must free me before.oh no it may be too late! Overlord Brom: MFF! Lord Bonecrush: Brom is right, READY YOUR ARMS! The Keeper: The SPELLJAMMER!