A faint light flickers among the eerie pools. A long forgotten-battle replays in twisted mockery of memory.
A faint, candle-like flame gives way to the visage of a deathly specter. Unconcerned with the living, it voices echoes of the past, a corrupted memory of a long-ago wartime.
Approach the strange apparitions.
A faint, candle-like flame gives way to the visage of a deathly specter. Unconcerned with the living, it voices echoes of the past, a corrupted memory of a long-ago wartime.
Approach the strange apparitions.
You have found all the battlefield memories in the Dead Marshes.