As the group entered the deepest level of the catacombs, an intense darkness bore down upon them. Xylia was able to provide the faintest flicker of light, but it hardly reached beyond her outstretched hand. The central path, like the floors above, had numerous other branches to the left and the right, but it eventually ended in a large, rectangular room. As they approached the threshold of the large room ahead, the group caught a glimpse of a specter hovering in silence, dressed in a black, flowing robe.
As Ennet moved into the room, the specter greeted them, saying, “You should not have come here.” Suddenly, completely out of the blue, Remulus began to accuse the specter of being the entity that corrupted the town of Badger. The specter responded to Remulus, implying that he was definitely aware of what transpired there. Xylia demanded to know if the specter had a role in the corruption of the catacombs, and he said, “I’ve played my part.”
As the conversation progressed, Xylia noticed the urn that Crulamin had been carrying sitting on a small table behind the specter. She shot ray of frost at the urn, but her spell ran up against an invisible barrier, dissipating into the air around the urn. In a stroke of genius, Ennet began to speak with the specter in dark elvish, and to her surprise, the specter became much more talkative. Ennet asked the specter who it served, and the specter responded by telling her that it was a servant of Zelil. She also asked for the urn back (as their friend Crulamin had been carrying it before he disappeared on their way to the catacombs), but the specter told her that the urn was his.
At this point, Xylia began to see through the deception—she cried out in anger, realizing that the specter was Crulamin himself! Sensing that Crulamin’s power was beyond their ability to defeat him, they began to back out of the main room and into the central path. As they turned to head up the stairway, back to the upper levels of the catacombs, Crulamin moved to block their path. He told them that he would allow them to leave, but that he would go along with them, and that it would most certainly not be a pleasant experience.
They raised their weapons to fight him, but he vanished, along with the urns. Suddenly, the torches in the central path were relit, and the oppressive evil they had felt when they first came down to this level vanished. Not sure what to do next, they decided to make their way back to the main entrance of the catacombs.