- See also: The Fade, The Harrowing
Codex text
I found myself on a plateau of swirling smoke and mist. I could not see my feet, or perhaps I had no feet in that place. Each step was treacherous. I had to believe there was a ground. If I didn't, there wouldn't be, and I would fall into nothingness. I was protected only by my will and my magic.
The demon they made me face took the shape of a great cat. As we battled, it spoke in my mind. It told me that I would eventually stumble, and then it would pounce. The demon talked to me of the templars beyond the Veil, standing over my paralyzed body, their swords pointed at my heart, waiting for the moment of my failure. All it would take was a splinter of fear, a seed of doubt, and I would be unmade. The demon would devour my mind, and the templars would destroy what was left of me.
This was my Harrowing. They force this upon all mages and call it good. But it is neither good nor right. It is evil and unjust.
—From a partially destroyed journal bearing no name, found in a Kinloch Hold cistern.
Notes
- After meeting Justinia for the second time turn right at the crossing and hug the left wall.