“No.” Her voice was hollow, like wind through a broken lyre. “It’s a number. A correction. They changed the way the Aged Man’s letters spawn. Fixed the bug where Tharaêl’s second memory would overwrite the trigger for the Essence of the Father quest.”
The Prophet—or what remained of her—stood at the cliff’s edge, staring inland toward the ruins of Old Dothûlgrad. Three weeks ago, she had deciphered the final Black Stone’s riddle. Three weeks ago, she had smiled for the first time since the Night of the Red Madness. Enderal Forgotten Stories v2.0.20
“Version 2.0.20,” she whispered, not turning around. “No.” Her voice was hollow
She smiled—the same terrible, knowing smile of the Aged Man when he looked at his own piano. ” she whispered