You kneel at the crossroads, the candlelight flickering as you recite the incantation. The ground cracks beneath you, and before you can react, you fall. When you hit the ground, everything goes black.

When you wake, you’re surrounded by mist and burning herbs. Before you stands a massive iron gate, torches flickering eerily.

Hecate stands before you, her three faces seething with anger. “Do you have any idea how much you’ve just wasted my time?” she snarls. “I was in a meeting I’ve been waiting centuries for. Then you dropped in, and I had to leave because of your interruption. Do you really think I have time for this?”

She steps closer. “Prove you’re worth my time. Don’t waste it again. Walk through the gate if you have any hope of getting what you want.”

You try to speak, but she cuts you off sharply. “I’ve had enough. No more excuses. Walk through, or regret it.”