The darkness ever deepens. As you awaken in the shadows of the earth and stone, the dull, searing pain in your chest returns. Despite your blackout, you feel as though you have haven't rested a moment, and instead force yourself to your feet.

Your legs wobble under you as you force yourself forward, trudging along the stone pathways of this lightless hell. You have lost everything to the labyrinth. You have gained nothing. There is no treasure. You are no Hero. The End is inevitable.

As you struggle through the shadows of the earth and stone, you come accross a small alcove filled with moss. It creeps along the floor like a carpet, soft if not damp, cushioning each step. Beyond this small reprieve is a doorway, a golden light emanating from it. It is warm, inviting, like a stranger bringing you inside from the cold. You have no choice but to press on and enter this door, risking yourself to whatever is beyond it.