[
  {
    "id": 694,
    "name": "2. Hell Breaks Loose",
    "level": 80,
    "story": 134,
    "goals": [
      {
        "active": "Survive...wherever you are.",
        "complete": "Collecting my bearings in that place was like fishing a clear marble out of a canteen full of water. My thoughts were cloudy. My brain ached. Breathing the air burned my lungs. I could hear Arina in the distance, rallying the other Astral Ward who were pulled into this mysterious realm.\n\nAs I navigated the unfamiliarity of that threatening space, I was assaulted by a booming voice. Before long, I stood before an enormous, vile monster. He circled me for a short while, clearly playing with his presumed food. He was curious about my arrival, noting that I had \"traveled from Tyria\" to get to...wherever this place is.\n\nAs the great beast danced around me, clearly unafraid, another voice prickled my ears. She called the thick-winged demon \"Cerus.\" I am not especially fond of this Cerus.\n\nI don't like to trust mysterious voices of unknown origin—especially after the events in Gyala Delve—but when this one urged me to run, I decided to follow the suggestion. I know when to admit defeat. Dying in that bloodied hall by Cerus's hands and...meat wings...was not an option. I ducked behind rubble and debris to escape my pursuer, but before I could ponder my impending death, somehow a comms call broke through the haze and chaos. It sounded like Taimi, but I couldn't quite tell. Then, another portal opened just ahead of me, and I dove right through it to escape that tragic hellhole."
      },
      {
        "active": "Find your way to safety.",
        "complete": "When I emerged in Tyria, I was on the ground. Inside, I thought? Two figures stood before me, watching—Zojja, who I hadn't seen in...years, and him. A mursaat. Mabon. My blood felt cold.\n\nLazarus's voice boomed through my head. Another mursaat? Here, in Tyria? My instinct was to fight—or flee, maybe—but Zojja and another norn named Frode talked me down. They informed me that this Mabon is an ally, and, somehow, I feel like everything I know to be true is about to be flipped over.\n\nOnce the tunnel vision faded, I could hear the crackling of nearby fires and shouting. Wherever I landed, the fight was just outside. Mabon departed to search for the \"other wizards,\" stirring an ever-brewing pot of questions in my mind. Zojja and Frode guided me forward. There was a fight to be had before we could catch up.\n\nAs we fought our way upstairs, we encountered even more of those creatures. Frode called them the Kryptis—a faction of demons from a place called Nayos (which seems to be another name for the demon realm). Even more rifts emerged, and Zojja handed me a peculiar device that she called the Heart of the Obscure. She told me that it had the ability to seal rifts. I picked it up without hesitation; there weren't any other options.\n\nWe pushed forward until we emerged from the fortress. Garenhoff—no, Elona... Fragments of places littered the horizon before me, lifting into the sky. Another unfamiliar voice broke my concentration. A living, breathing (not made of stone) dwarf named Lyhr—who I would soon learn was another of these wizards—shouted for aid from above. I took a skyscale and made my way up.\n\nRejoined by Mabon, we were able to bash the rest of the Kryptis threats. In a moment of reprieve, all attention was turned straight to me: the stranger. With a great deal of patience, Mabon attempted to guide me through their journey to date.\n\nThis is the Astral Ward. They protect the Wizard's Court. Oh, and there are demons. A lot of demons."
      }
    ]
  }
]