Praise valor. He enters black chamber - rotting shrine, littered with serpents. I falter, plagued columns. Engraved in stone: Blessed be the chosen idol. He wields the blade. Blessed be this sacred vessel to find his way. This place reminds me of betrayal. William's final place of rest. Rest William. I have come tonight to obey my sacred calling. The dungeon crawls with unspeakable evils. Lost souls, tormenting his thoughts. He cannot speak. They roam the temple grounds in search of blood. This is worse than I remember. They lurk in shadows with disgraceful intentions. May I delight in your pathetic attempt to end my life? I hoped you would try to punish me, but I knew you would fall to my blade. I've offered my life to save this world. These trials will soon be through. I'm sent by fate to destroy your shameful lives. The hydra stares into my eyes. They shy away from foreseeable casualty. It shields the entrance of my final adversary. It circles the chamber with gnashing teeth. The beast desires his flesh. Its armor- forged with diamond. He steadies his blade. He prepares for the moment of truth. The heads lunge in his direction. They are beheaded. The giant serpent falls. With blazes, he scorches the remains. This lair contains a deity - His blood once coursed through my veins. I have the key to undo the destruction that devastates the lives who remain.