This was.....sure a difficult crusade. Tch. The enemies in Darkwood had gotten a good bit stronger since he'd killed Leshy. It was so close to the end of the crusade. So close to getting to the boss that awaited, or, witness, it'd soon learn. With severe injuries, it had to take cover. And it was glad it did, because a ring of fire followed where it had been previously before ducking behind some big rocks.

There was a purple puddle, with symbols that resembled...eyes? Weird. Anyway, said puddle was just a few feet from where they sat. Who knows where it came from, but it wasn't there before. Did it dare to investigate though, was the question.

The answer? duh.

As it leaned closer to get a better look, blood dripped down from a cut on their cheek, one single drop falling into the puddle. Which...actually did something.

A red pentagram with ancient symbols, almost as if it were a portal, opened. And on the other side? Well-it looked to be... itself-? But...wait. that can't be right.

The horns. Those horns aren't theirs. The Lamb's horns weren't that big. And certainly not curled. But the overall silhouette matched, nonetheless.

Well, time to see what this is all about. It reached a hand forward, fingers curled as if it would reach in. And it noted the reflection doing the same. Huh.