"During the night, I felt a calling. Not a spell. Not a ritual. An instinct. A presence that touched my spirit like a finger touching the surface of a lake. I can't describe it any other way. But I know the name that came to me: Kal'theruun."
Strax kept watching everything...
Kalem continued: "The forbidden texts refer to it as 'The Awakening Without Eyes'. A fragment of the Void that, if disturbed, echoes through all layers of existence. Demons fear it. Arcanists ignore it. And now... I think it has awakened."
There was a brief tremor in the recording. The image flickered.
Kalem turned away from the camera, as if sensing something. "If anyone is watching this... the attack has already happened. The tower will be in ruins. But the truth... did not die with me."
He held out a hand, and the image changed to show a magical rift, floating above an altar. It spun slowly, like a whirlpool of runes and black light.
