The Idol of wood stood imposing over the desolated landscape of the bottom of the Dungeon of Despair. Cold, terror and starvation over comes from the aura around the statue in a deafening silence. Suddenly a cold yet strangely comforting voice of a woman comes from it, awknowledging suffering

"Why do you resist...? It must have crossed your mind at some point... The thought that you delved too deep... The thought that this would be a one-way trip... So instead of fighting the inevitable, why not embrace it...? Just lay down and rest... There is beauty in this darkness that can be harnessed and used to usher something new...."