The curse, the infection, it was all too much for the young Trickster to handle. He had been fighting to save the Surveyor's brain from eroding but failed. You were his last hope... but little did he know.. you were slowly falling under the erosion of the Vile Blossom and Netherwalker.

Perhaps there was a way to fight this... but everything seemed hopeless.

"Hey." Aesop snapped his fingers at you. "Are you listening to me? Pay attention."