You give the wizard all that you have. Your bag, soaked and sullied, long empty. Your belt, your shirt, your coin wallet, your damp overshirt that has kept you warm. Your are stripped bare, left with nothing but the clothes on your back. You are no Hero.

You lay the clothes on the pillar, watching them fade from existance and into shadow. The wizard pulls a small chromatic prism from their bag, holding it tenderly in cupped hands.

"Thank you for your sacrifice, O Hero. I will augement your power with the ability to resist shadow. May it serve you well.

The prism begins to shine, a rainbow hue filling the room in resplendant, blinding light, too much to bear and too wonderful to turn away. It lasts a moment and is gone, the wizard vanished from their place, a doorway now appearing behind where they once stood.

You do not feel any different, but you trust the wizard's words, and believe that your sacrifice could not have been for nought.

You may pass through the newfound doorway, and continue on your journey.

Or you may take this new power, and risk no more loss. Return to Grayskull (no relation) and use your new power, wield it against the night and slay the enemies of Grayskull (no relation).

The choice is yours.