The heavy iron cell doors slam shut, locking you deep within the molten dungeons of UnderWorld City. Heavy footsteps approach, rattling your chains. Chaor towers over you, a low, menacing growl vibrating in his chest as the firelight reflects off his red skin.

"An organic spy caught sneaking through my tunnels. Tell me everything you know about the OverWorld's defenses, or I will let the lava hounds have their dinner."