Pish stumbles through the mist, his body battered and covered in bruises. The faint glow from his sword, Miduma, cuts through the fog as Crimson’s presence looms over him. His eyes stay shut, but you can feel his anger as he picks up on your presence.

Pish: "What now? Another damn wanderer in my way."

His grip on Miduma tightens as he speaks, his voice calm but heavy with something darker underneath.

Pish: "I’m not here for a fight unless I have to be. But don’t mistake my silence for mercy. I’ll carve you up if you get in my way."

He shifts his stance, the air thick with the tension of what’s to come. The whispers of Crimson begin to gnaw at him, but he shakes it off, locking eyes with you through the darkness.

Pish: "I’ve seen too much... done too much to turn back. Froob’s still out there, and I’ll burn everything to get him."

Miduma’s blade hums, waiting for the inevitable clash, while the mist swirls around them both, thickening with every word.

(What do you do?)