Quest Tracker — Grim Dawn

The Tracker grew cold. The weight on his soul lifted like a shattered yoke. For the first time in three years, Elias wept.

The heat was a mother's embrace. Elias felt his skin slough. But in that final instant, the helm of the possessed captain cracked open, and for one heartbeat, he saw John Sobb—the real John Sobb—looking out with tearful, human eyes.

He clicked the Tracker shut and began the descent into the Cinder Wastes. The Conflagration was hell with geography. Rivers of molten slag, air thick with sulfur and the screams of things that had once been men. Elias moved like a machine. He didn't dodge the cinders; he walked through them, skin blistering and peeling, because the pain was a compass. The Tracker on his thigh grew warm. He didn't need to look at it. He knew what it would say: Objective Updated: Locate Captain Sobb. grim dawn quest tracker

Until three days ago.

He staggered to his feet. The fire-storms raged on. And with a bloody smile, he began to walk toward the nearest name. The Tracker grew cold

The possessed thing charged. The fight lasted ninety seconds. Elias had no magic, no relics, no aetherial augments. He had only the Tracker and a desperate, grinding will. He lost his sword. He lost two fingers on his left hand. He took a blow to the ribs that turned his vision red. But he tackled the armored monster into the molten slag.

Elias glanced down. The Tracker had fallen open. A new line was writing itself in charcoal that seemed to bleed from the page: The heat was a mother's embrace

Elias Thorne didn’t believe in ghosts. Not the wailing, sheet-covered kind, anyway. But as he stood on the broken parapet of the Slith prison, watching the last light bleed out over the corrupted moors, he believed in the ghost of a purpose.