Only that evening, as I reviewed my notes, did the disparate clues finally converge—the peculiar symbols scrawled upon the bodega walls, the enigmatic stare of its proprietor, the too-convenient acquisition of Kirby’s twisted wand. The realization came, ludicrous yet undeniable: the Prophet of the Nameless One—the elusive figure we’d been tirelessly seeking—was none other than the owner of the very establishment where Kirby had obtained their dubious souvenir

As I traced Salem’s shadowed streets on faded maps, unsettling certainty grew: finding the Prophet was merely prologue to darker truths awaiting our return to Blytmoast.

Inside a cramped, shadow-cloaked shop, Lyemirror directed Kirby toward a twisted wand of dubious origins. Her whispered tales of dark enchantments enthralled my child; Kirby’s touch sent ripples of potent magic.

I gazed into Salem’s rain-darkened streets, sensing the elusive Prophet awaiting us—a keeper of answers to questions I feared to ask. Each crisis endured was mere prelude to the storms ahead; the unraveling had barely begun.

Rain lashed the windows as Scourge Lyemirror traced eldritch symbols upon sodden earth, chanting, "Invocare eques umbrae." Mists yielded a spectral steed, pride extinguished, bound in shadow. As we departed toward Witch City, oppressive fog embraced us, foretelling darker rites—and inevitable peril ahead.

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