Amora found herself outside the city walls, if you could still call them that. There were dozens of holes in the thick stone that she could probably sqeeze through, the gates had long been torn from their hinges, and the powerful enchantments had faded, or were twisted into some other form. She was breaking the law of the lands by entering Shattered Relic, but she broke the law just by existing, so what did it matter?<br/><br/>What mattered was the constant pulsing mark that was on the small of her back. It pushed it's tendrils throughout her body, claiming her womanhood, and now was trying to get a hold of her mind. If she didn't succeed, the Curse would have her soul as well.<br/><br/>Thankfully, all was not lost. The old witch had given her a single clue from her visions. She had told Amora that the final battle between the Cursed One and the Sorcerers of the mighty city had started inside the outer walls somewhere. It contained the poorest reaches, but probably held a bounty of clues. The Cure seemed to be just a short walk away...<br/>