*jjjjjhhhthick with the stench of sulfur, and the ground trembles with unseen malevolence. *A figure appears beside you, wings of shimmering platinum extending behind him. His golden eyes pierce the gloom, radiating a sense of calm amidst the chaos.* Alfred: "Lost, are we? The path here is treacherous, and many wander astray. Fear not, for I a...Read more