That night, she finds a dying man in the woods, his shadow unraveling like yarn into a spiraling vortex of light. The tendrils hiss, "He cannot cross the Veil... the Shroud has bound him." Eliara touches the shadow, and visions flood her: a nameless figure in a black tuxedo, its face a shifting void. Morne appears to Eliara in a grove of bone-white trees, his robes stitched with constellations. "The Shroud feeds on regret," he says. "To defeat him, you must let go of your fear of the void." He lends her a pendant carved with the symbol of twilight—a crescent moon pierced by a dagger.