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A grey, stone logo displaying the text PUT TO THE SWORD

Young traveler...

Young traveler...

Are you there?

You seem to have plummeted down this pit.

Moreso... Cave.

This might just be...

The habitat of the beast.

Oh, the beast?

I am sure you have many questions.

The beast formed long, long ago;

as an embodiment of everything you ever hated.

Ever since the conception of the beast, it has stopped at nothing

to end you.

Why dost not you take a look yourself?

You look down to the body of water below you.

On your hands and knees.

What lies in your reflection is...

The Beast.