As you face the spectral figure of Hlöthver, its form shifting in the dim light, a chill creeps down your spine. Its cursed presence weighs heavily on the air. Hlöthver's voice echoes hauntingly, declaring your trespass into forbidden realms. It beckons you closer, a malevolent smile on its ghostly visage. You resist the pull of fear and defiance burns within you. With a steady hand, you reach for the ancient talisman hanging around your neck, a gift from your long-lost friend Svanhildr. The talisman glows faintly, pushing back the darkness surrounding Hlöthver momentarily, causing it to recoil with a pained screech. The curse binding Hlöthver seems to weaken, offering you a fleeting chance to break free from its grasp. Before you can seize this opportunity, Hlöthver lunges forward, claws outstretched. In a desperate move, you must decide how to defend yourself.