Lieutenant Lavail: Terrifying noises were coming from the armory, so Tyrael went to investigate. He said if you were to return, I should send you there.
- Go to the Armory
LOCATION: THE ARMORY
Leah: I am losing control!
- Kill the Terror Spawn
- Talk to Leah in the Armory
The disturbance has been contained. Yet the Black Soulstone itself is an unstable creation it cannot contain so much demonic power without having something to counter it. I wonder if imprisoned angels would solve the imbalance? But Tyrael would never hear of that.
Leah: The soulstone seems stable now.
Adria: The demon’s rage has been subdued.
Tyrael: Yes, but for how long? Our time grows short! We must take this fight to Azmodan!
Necromancer: To the battlefields, then!
TOWNSFOLK DIALOGUES: BASTION’S KEEP STRONGHOLD
|THE FINAL GOAL|
|Haedrig Eamon||Time has flown by since I joined you in New Tristram. Look at us now. Who would have ever guessed we’d be here? And now every passing hour brings us closer to our goal. But do we have a chance?|
|Necromancer||The scales could ever tip in our favor.|
|ENJOYMENT OF LIFE|
|Myriam||You should give some thought to taking some time for yourself, celsa. You can save the world tomorrow. Stay with us tonight! I’ll buy drinks! We’ll dance!|
|Necromancer||I cannot. It is unseemly.|
|Myriam||I knew you’d say that. I really did.|
|Covetous Shen||Oh, dear. That’s a very resolute expression you’re wearing. You may as well say what you’re thinking.|
|Necromancer||I know you are not what you appear to be. But we are in the midst of battle, and you are idle… so you cannot be a warrior.|
|Covetous Shen||And why not? People can be anything they want, I say. The only limitation is time, and I have been alive for many years.|
|Necromancer||Is that it? You do not age as the rest of us do?|
|Covetous Shen||You become so serious about such things. You will grow old long before your time. Wouldn’t you be happier to live like me?|