Stepping through the portal you feel yourselves transported even deeper underground, but something doesn’t feel right. A flash of light and find yourself in a large shrine carved of various types of rock, the other members of your party are around you, except Amelia is nowhere to be seen.
The walls of the shrine’s entrance hallway open outward, suggesting a much wider space within the main shrine. Blood stains the marble tile, and the bodies of two drow lie crumpled on the floor, one crushed as if by a great weight, the other slammed into the far right pillar and folded in half around it. A huge woman with skin of obsidian and the clothes of Osirion design stands in the middle of the shrine.
As she turns to look at you, an obsidian scimitar forms in her hands. As her gaze sweeps over you, you feel some sort of mental assault crashing into your mind.