Tiadora wordlessly passes over a small clay amulet, much like the previous ones, emblazoned with the sigil of Asmodeus.

Dessiter nods, and takes you arms in a firm grip. There is a flash, the smell of brimstone, and then you are back in the Horn of Abaddon. Those who remained are struck by the apparent differences - Ilvaria is carrying an unusual metal staff seemingly formed from warped silver chains, Kydrak is covered with burns and bruises, and a pair of lean-faced fallen angels stand behind them both.

The contract devil bows once more in your direction. "We will see each other again, I'm sure. Until then, farewell." he says, before vanishing with a crack of displaced air.