I could not help but want to liberate these sacred lands from the corruption of demons. Confident that I would find the remains of Khalim, I took a moment to cleanse a once-treasured space. At least, I could only imagine it had been such. At the end, I was rewarded with treasures. The demons appeared unable to claim it for themselves, an act of judgment I'm sure. Yet, they attempted to boobytrap it for any wayward hero who acted too greedily.

As I returned to the surface, my journey deeper into the jungle brought me to encampments of almost human-like creatures. Their hostility, blood lust, and lack of human language exposed them as the demonic filth that they truly were. At the center of the encampment, were cauldrons full of human corpses. As vengeance, I slayed every one of these vile creatures I could find, and burned their homes to the ground.

These creatures--flayers, I had learned they were called--were also protectors of Khalim's remains. I relished in the opportunity to slay more of them. Their twisted worship of demons were evident throughout their dungeon...

I had been rushing to find Khalim's remains, with an increased sense of urgency due to observing the countless wrecked ships and washed-ashore corpses. Mephisto had likely ravage the entire Kingdom of Kurast in the blink of an eye. I would return that expediency.