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Jamearah: Face me, Reaper!

Deplorable bastard!

Wretched silt!

Bow to me!

Reaper: Where is the key?

Jamearah: Mercy, Horseman!

Reaper: Where is it?

Jamearah: Please! I'll tell you everything! It was chaos. Even the most noble among us abandoned his senses and took up his sword. It happened to the Archon. It happened to me.

Reaper: The Archon.

Jamearah: It was that damned pool! Their use was forbidden for a reason. Whatever vision he saw within rent his mind. The Corruption spread from him. He made this city a slaughterhouse while professing his own purity. Eventually, the Archon fled to the Crystal Spire. He took the key with him.