Crimson Slag

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Crimson Slag

Crimson Slag was found in the overworld of Diablo Immortal

Slag was introduced in November, 2022, just prior to the Exalted Night event. Slag pieces were found in wilderness zones (namely Ashwold Cemetery, Dark Wood, Shassar Sea, Bilefen, Mount Zavain, Frozen Tundra) which the player had to find find (these were marked on the mini-map). Each slag gave the player a small lore tidbit pertaining to the Voidwound and their associated history. Finding every slag piece in a zone gives the player an exploration achievement in the Codex.

• As of the Destruction's Wake update, crimson slag can no longer be found in the world map. They have been replaced with Cracks; a new feature connected to the lore of the Hearthrot.

Lore

"I got your letter and spent some time near that crimson rock. Visions seeped out of it. The past, I think."

- The Shard-seeker to Rayek^(src)

When Shumbeel damaged the wards and vessel of the Voidwound, the backlash caused little shards of the vessel to be scattered in an explosion. These fragments crashed at different parts of Sanctuary.

Whenever a person comes in contact with a fragment, they receive a vision that reveals a little bit of the history of the vessel. The visions are normally from the perspective of a witch.

Fragments

The following is a list of fragment transcripts. Each fragment transcript corresponds to a specific slag piece in a zone. They have been arranged roughly in chronological order of narrative, both within and between zones, though this is subjective:

Shassar Sea

• The moon is visible to all, and gives equal favor to all who seek it. It renews its strength as it turns its face.
• Like a child, the moon hides its face at times, shows it gleefully at others. This is why it is so dear to the old ways of binding and communion with the dark, and why we rely upon it for our wards.
• Yet to draw upon the moon overmuch is to bewilder it. All circles of worth know, even those who do not speak to one another, share the duty of caution.
• The others that dwell in the night are known to it, as peers, not enemies. We approach them just as the moon does. Wearing their aspect.
• It meets the darkness, but does not pierce it. It gazes upon us all, but not without yielding
• As the moon's interests change, so does the power we draw from it. To obscure or transform or control. But none of its faces are weak, only waiting.—Gwerith, Waning Sentinel

Ashwold Cemetery

• Each of the Darklings—the haunts, the fae, and ethers—are dangerous and avaricious, yet simple demons are eternal and everything. Like the moon itself.
• They emerged from darkness in five corners of the land. The sun waited behind the moon and animals hushed as the nights grew ever longer.
• They are not inscrutable as the timid circles claim. They seek new darkness, and to bring their darkness to new places. Their interest is momentary: when they have what they seek, they will leave.
• The seers tell us that as they pass from our world, they are reborn. Demons "die" to dwell in a realm of darkness, and there they change before returning, oftimes in new forms.
• Those we name the Voidwound spent primordial ages in the dark and brought the caul of their rebirth with them.
• Why have we fostered such courage, if not to use it? Why deal with the dark for ages, then dismiss it when it spreads its arms in friendship?
• A pact hurts only those who cannot adapt as the moon does: the tired and the moribund, and those who cower in the night. Babies and the elderly.
• The Voidwound are the newborn shadows of the greatest among their kin, and they will have much to teach us...if we choke down our fear and learn.—Demelza, Prima of the Nightgrant

Dark Wood

• Sister, as you read my words, know that we treat with the darkness first, always. We bind it only under the brightest face of the moon when there is no hope of fair exchange and no recourse. As there was none with the Voidwound.
• ...wards near the Great Tree soaked in the moonlight. They were the strongest in centuries. And two full circles stood around their roots. And still we trembled at the approach of the Voidwound.
• The Warmth-Feaster demanded a march of sevenscore souls into its den trawling. Crawling Woe demanded the same, but to its own home on the opposite edge of the world.
• The Skin-veiled, ever-curious, demanded the houses and families the sacrifices would leave behind. The Tamer simply waited, saying nothing. They did not once mention peace—only a stay of one generation in trade. My circle made ready to refuse.
• But the Nightgrant circle silenced us. Took the lead, and begged for three generations' stay, and appeased the demons to sit in their lairs and feed in return. The Voidwound offered their puppets dark blessings to shape Sanctuary to their liking: shadowed and cowed.
• The demon Catarag alone would not deal: It struck at the sun in the sky and aimed at the moon and roared of its Dhasocth Iyadur: a time without light. The pact was...
• Though we were few, we found the courage of opportunity on the morning before the moon would flare brightest. We named them Brightest, we named the Nightgrant circle's pact a failure, and drove them off. Then we drew Catarag again to our glade and dealt with it as it had dealt with us.
• Before Catarag was sealed, seven lives' breath poured into its wards. I finished the working myself with their names. Names which belong to us and the world now. Names you must not forget: Gwerith, Mablia, Leweke, Wledyr, Howel, Ithel, Seysild.—Joie, Wardkeeper of the Untameable Wilds

Mount Zavain

• We did not promise them the lives of others, and they snarled in disappointment. What the demons seemed to desire most was not ours to give.
• So we staked the survival of the circle on our pact: we spoke of how the darkness would rule and people flee the cities of Sharval without our protection. But the pact was worth more. Enough of us remained to build a cage from the boughs of moonlit trees. The stone and iron of fallen stars.
• Once we finished the pact, we awaited them adorned in shadow, and drew the shackles of Adrahau around our necks and carved binding signs into our skin. When they came to inhabit us, they were bound, as we bound ourselves.
• Like our desparate sisters, we offered the remaining Voidwound a deal. Our lives and warmth for their revelry. We held them within long enough to carry our poisoned bodies from Sharval to the cage, and sink it below the waves. The Circle of Untameable Wilds numbered ten when all was done.
• Surely the Nightgrant aided us in this. They whispered to the demons of all they would accomplish as the sole circle of Entsteig. And we wept bitterly as our numbers dwindled.
• "So long as the moon gleams, let the walls hold." There is uncertainty in such a grand pact, but the moon never darkens for good: it renews itself just as it renews us.
• The moon's turnings will weaken our wards, and yet our children wait in vigil to see them renewed. There are no keys to the prison. Its walls never crack.—Joie, Wardkeeper of the Untameable Wilds

Bilefen

• "Speak to the darkness with care." It has been our creed for ages, yet some listen too closely when the darkness answers.
• We disagreed seasonally for years with our Nightgrant sisters. No more. They invited the darkness in. Struck a deal to their benefit alone, and claimed dominion.
• The skies grow blacker from their mournful covenant, but we speak with one voice: they shall not remain to rule beneath them.
• The Nightgrant allowed themselves to be manipulated by darkness. There is no fate more pitiful for a witch.
• Soon the Nightgrant will be outsiders themselves. We will not speak with them as our people. We will speak with them only in pacts.
• We will join with the new faiths and with those who hold none. As with the outsiders, we choose to drape ourselves in their clothing, and see our ranks grow again.
• The fallen sisters are never to be trusted again. Though it will mean blood, each of their covenants is hereby dissolved. Their circle is exiled from the Untameable Wilds and war awaits them in Sharval. Forevermore, give them no shelter but death.—Gwerith, Waning Sentinel

Frozen Tundra

• As new cities and faiths rise, you will see the old ways met with pettiness and nervousness. Ignore it.
• Remember that every being has a purpose. Within the Untameable Wilds—people of breath and the outsiders just the same.
• As wardkeeper, your compact with all—friend or foe, nation or pack—is to unify, to protect, and to endure. How they behave does not matter. The compact is what matters.
• The demands of survival look fearsome to those waiting to die, and they do not know our truth. Only the circle can keep power in its place.—Joie, Wardkeeper of the Untamable Wilds