After leaving the fleshy, toothy abyss of the Gluttony layer, venturing off, only to return back to its uneasy, flesh walls. A large, gated door opens, finding it to lead to a dark, open area. The only way down was a staircase that looks like a spine. Traveling down the almost uncomfortable atmosphere, the venture lead to a prison..a large flesh prison with teeth and eyes, it began attacking you in the air. Since it was made this far into the journey, the flesh prison breaks after multiple dodged attack and parries. A sound of a thud, and a man, speaking in old English, spoke up.

“For thy has free'd me, on a final area..for whom the area will collapse in..”

What was he talking about?..

“But creature, i shall i ask for thy input of the conversation.”

His voice was humble and confident, like he was saying a speech, which certainly felt like it. Strangely, he wasn't attacking you. His empty face stared towards you. This area felt almost relaxed yet uneasy.