(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

nothing but the shades of those we've murdered filling its halls, abandoned
relics of the past languishing beneath dust, and the life-draining energies of
the Negative Material Plane to feast the eyes on. There are words for places
like that - they're called prisons."
mortality roared,
"I think you have to remain here, along with the shadows and the ghosts,
because that's what you've become. I don't think you sustain this place at
all. I think it sustains you."
"Really?" I scoffed, "So when you said you can't journey beyond this Fortress
for long, you were lying? And how is it possible that a Fortress built from MY
regrets needs YOU to sustain it?"
its voice cracked like thunder,
"I may be immortal, but Ravel told me the ritual was flawed: Whenever I die,
I lose a fraction of my mind. In time, after many deaths, I shall lose the
ability to even think for myself."
"'Needed?' Why?"
"Then why have you been trying to kill me all this time?"
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