The path leads to a library.

Not the Sunken Library you visited in the wastes—this is something else. A twisted reflection, books floating in void, their pages filled with words that change when you try to read them.

And at the center, bound in chains of shadow, is Seraphine.

She looks exactly as she did in your visions—and nothing like. The woman before you is broken. Her eyes are hollow, her face gaunt. The chains don’t just bind her body; they pierce her mind, pumping false memories directly into her consciousness.

“No… no, I was wrong…” she murmurs. “I should never have tried… it was my fault… all my fault…”

“Seraphine!” You rush forward, but the chains writhe, forming a barrier. “It’s not your fault. None of it was.”

“The truth?” Her laugh is bitter. “I sought the truth my whole life. And the truth is, I destroyed everything I loved.”

“That’s a lie.” You hold up her Quill. “You found truth. You helped build Eldermoor. You tried to save it.”

“I tried. And I failed. Varek—Varek was right. He was always right. I was too idealistic, too blind to see—”

“Varek tortured you for three centuries. Of course you believe his lies.” You press against the barrier. “But I found your library. I passed your test. And the truth I learned is this: you were a hero, Seraphine. You gave everything, and it mattered.”

The Quill blazes with light.

The barrier shudders. The chains loosen, just slightly.

“Show me,” Seraphine whispers. “Show me the truth I’ve forgotten.”

You reach through the weakened barrier and press the Quill into her hand.

Light explodes.

And in that light, you see everything—the real memories, the true history. Seraphine’s courage. Her sacrifice. Her love for the city and the people who lived there.

When it fades, she’s standing free. The chains lie broken around her, dissolving into nothing.

“Thank you,” she says, and her voice is strong again. “I remember now. I remember what I was fighting for.”

She looks at you with clear eyes.

“Let’s free the others.”