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- your mind still reeling from your
- encounters within the hypostyle, you
- stagger toward what you hope is
- a way out. things seem to move faster
- and faster, your vision blurs and
- begins to fade...
- as the world collapses around you,
- the brightness of a teleportal
- engulfs you. a flash of light, and then
- you climb wearily to your feet.
-
- you stand atop a high tower, and
- from below come the screams of the
- damned. you step forward, and
- instantly the sound of demonic
- chanting chills your blood.
- by all the gods of death! what place
- have you come to? by all the gods of
- pain, how will you ever find your
- way out?
-