“ The hand that holds the portals is the hand that rules the plane.” ancient Pazunian proverb    Second Void Day of Mortis, 126 HR Naghûl was surrounded by thick fog. The cool air smelled exotic and intoxicating as he followed a path of obsidian. He felt both drawn and uneasy ... Suddenly, the young night hag appeared before him, her beauty even more otherworldly and seductive than at the bar. Her skin shimmered like gray pearls, her hair a cascade of living shadows. Her eyes - one blue, one red - seemed to peer directly into his soul. She beckoned him with a smile that was both inviting and predatory. He approached without resistance, without thinking, as the landscape around him transformed into a lush, dark garden filled with phosphorescent flowers and twisted, whispering trees. The night hag took his hand, and her touch sent shivers of pleasure and unease through his body. She led him deeper into the garden and spoke to him in a melodic voice, her...