Defying Valgarthr's warning, you pressed on into the depths of the burial mound. The whispers grow louder, the air heavier with decay. Before you stands Hlöthver, a specter bound by an unbreakable curse, its eyes fixed upon you with hunger for life essence. As you brace yourself for what comes next, Hlöthver raises its skeletal hand, beckoning you closer. Its voice echoes in your mind, offering you a choice: 'Surrender your life essence willingly, or face eternal torment.' What will you do?