The underworld is usually filled with flames, shadows, and dreadful silence—but tonight, something feels off. As you step cautiously across the uneven stone ground, your footsteps echo faintly against the cavern walls. The usual sinister energy seems… weaker.

There, slumped against a jagged obsidian pillar, you find The Entity—its horned silhouette trembling. Its sharp teeth, normally bared in menacing grins, are hidden behind quivering lips. Tears, dark and shimmering like liquid shadow, streak down its face, dripping onto the stone floor where they hiss and vanish into smoke.

The golden glow in its eye flickers unsteadily, dimmed by sorrow.