There was a cave. Because of course there was a secret cave behind every mountain village, that inevitably held some dark force that had to be vanquished. To Kera, it felt like the deities had ran out of good ideas long ago.
Not that she minded it all too terribly. It was slightly nostalgic, having trekked through the half-light, stone underfoot, the breath of the mountain flowing around her, stone rivers in the ceiling lighting her way. It felt good to be out and about, using her own wits and skills to navigate deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.
She’d done this a lot, during the Voltanian Wars. Went right to the worst spots she could find, and forcibly purged the corruption. Insanely risky, brash and bearing, but hey, it had worked.
So, the problem wasn’t the cliché setting that had come up, or the exercise, hell, she was thankful for not having to ride that foul beast anymore.
No, what she was a wee bit stuck on was the whole purging part.