“I am defeateeed!” The stone golem with an unconscious fae jutting out of the top of its head cried in its rumbling voice, slowly – and dramatically – sinking into the ground, leaving behind the unconscious body of the last of the four gate guardians.Will and Travis shared a glance and shrugged before they stepped around the fae and continued on their way, arriving at a massive, ornate double door decorated with the bones of heroes who had come this far.There was an actual sign that said so.I wonder if this guy would be interested in owning a theater and doing horror-themed shows? Will wondered to himself as he sized it up. In person, it all seemed a little overdone, but Will supposed it was like how actors caked themselves in makeup, so that people could make out their features from a distance.After a bit of considering, Will figured Mordaine would want his guests to show a little bravado at this juncture, so he kicked the double doors open and strode inside with confidence, squinting at the miasmatic glow.The throneroom was built around the Key site.In Will’s experience, Key sites were rather large, at least 100 feet tall from base to the tip, which meant that Mordaine must’ve built up around the key site until only the last five feet jutted up out of the floor of his castle.Stairs had been carved into the volcanic stone leading up to the flat surface that blasted Miasma straight up into the sky, and in the center was a throne seemingly crafted entirely of bones.Will was willing to bet that it was wood or perhaps steel rod with bones layered outside. Bone wasn’t a great material for making furniture.On the throne was a man wearing rich black clothes with crimson red lining.Will’s gaze landed on Mordaine and The System began whispering in his ear.Tarnish of the Mind.Without supervision, the caretakers of this Floor have grown (...)