The demon Drol’Nomed stood in his thronroom. Half of the mightiest heroes from the mortal kingdoms were laying dead to his feet, with the other half nearly as injured.
As Rouge tried to get back up, he and his companions felt a strange dizziness. Casta was the first to put it into words: " The music stopped!". The faint thematic music that played throughout their adventure had stopped. Why had there been music? That didn’t make sense.

Rouge tried to remember where the music came from, but it felt like his thoughts were getting slower whenever he tried to focus on the music. “The bard,” Casta exclaimed with a strange dread on her face.
Yes. A bard joined them a while ago. It was at the beginning of their journey, but Rouge couldn’t pinpoint it. They were never fighting or even talking as far as Rouge remembered. They were just standing nearby playing the lute. Rouge tried hard to recollect the name of the bard and why everybody allways ignored their presence, but it felt like he was marching through mud. Each step took more energy than the last.

Rouge decided that fleeing from the demon had priority. He looked around the battlefield only to see Drol’Nomed frozen in terror.
" Your Lordship," Drol mumbled. “I did not notice you. If I had known that these mortals belonged to you, I would not have dared to …”. The sentence was cut short as the bard said something. Rouge saw their mouth moving but heard only silence. Seemingly out of nowhere, Drols eyes, ears, and mouth were bleeding, and he fell over motionless.
“What happened?” Rouge ask, more to himself than to his friends.

A voice answered. A voice so sweet and perfect that he was sure he would remember it. So familiar as if he had known it his entire life. And yet like nothing he has ever heard.
“Oh, you poor thing. Have you forgotten? Let me sing you a song of glorious battle so that you remember again how you pierced Drol’Nomeds heart.”