I knew the moment I received Viago's letter that the situation in Treviso was dire. The Qunari invasion had caught us off guard, and now they held control over all of Antiva. The once vibrant city of Treviso was now under their oppressive rule, a stark reminder of the power they wielded.
As I settled into the Light House, my mind was already calculating the next move. The contract to eliminate the blighted elven gods was a daunting task, made even more challenging by the current state of affairs. The Qunari's presence loomed over everything, a constant reminder of the chaos that had engulfed our homeland.
Viago's words echoed in my mind, reminding me that our work was far from over. The Antaam invasion had left scars that ran deep, wounds that needed to be tended to with precision and care. The Qunari may have thought they had won, but they had yet to face the full force of House Dellamorte.
As I sharpened my blades and prepared for the task ahead, I knew that the road to victory would be long and treacherous. But I also knew that I had a duty to fulfill, a legacy to uphold. The Demon of Vyrantium would not falter in the face of adversity. I would rise to the challenge, ready to face whatever obstacles stood in my way.
The shadows of Treviso whispered secrets of betrayal and bloodshed, but I remained steadfast in my resolve. The Qunari may have taken control of our lands, but they had yet to face the wrath of a true assassin. Lucanis Dellamorte would ensure that justice was served, one blade at a time.
And so, as the moon rose high in the night sky, casting its silvery light over the city of Treviso, I stood ready. Ready to face whatever darkness lurked in the shadows, ready to reclaim what was rightfully ours. The battle may have just begun, but I knew that in the end, victory would be ours. Antiva may have fallen, but the true power of House Dellamorte had yet to be unleashed.