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But as the giant fell, the snow beneath them began to turn a sickly, pulsating purple. The Crenshinibon—the Crystal Shard—wasn't just a relic; it was a beacon. From the shadows of the crevasses, cultists and duergar began to pour out, their eyes glowing with the same malevolent violet light.

"They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted over the gale. "They’re here for us!" Dungeons and Dragons Dark Alliance

The Companions of the Hall backed into a defensive circle, steel clashing against shadow. In the frozen heart of the North, the alliance was the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing the world whole. But as the giant fell, the snow beneath

"The Shard is whispering again," Drizzt Do’Urden murmured, his lavender eyes scanning the jagged horizon. His twin scimitars, Icingdeath and Twinkle, were already drawn, humming with a restless energy. "Kessel’s madness hasn't died with him. It’s rooted in the mountain itself." "They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted

Wulfgar met the giant head-on, his warhammer connecting with a rib-cracking thud that echoed across the valley. Catti-brie took to the high ground, her arrows of blue light lacing the air like falling stars, blinding the beast.