False visions, bound by mirrors, haunt my mind and soul. Run, Cyrah. Run. Peril. I journey further into this tainted realm. I watched, helpless, pained with regret. He steals, shameless, from our brother's crushed body. Death awaits the infected souls of retribution. Blight reflections appear before me. They are the essence of tragedy. Blinding my reason - Mindless fixation. So inviting. This cavern is defended with archaic enchantment. Only the pure can survive the dangers inside. Reflections entertain vengeance in my heart. Devour our shortcomings. I've been let down. I've been washed away. My purity is in question. I may not survive this ordeal. Confusion blinds him. Forlorn, he walks. Depressive dark thoughts. Desertion. He ponders death. This cavern is defended with archaic enchantment. They laugh at her corpse. I can smell the smoke of their torches. And I cried into my bloodstained hands. I despise such cruelty. My fears vanquished, free of darkness in my heart. Rise. Worthy.