The cloaked figure leads you through winding tunnels adorned with ominous symbols, the air thick with an ancient musty scent. Your decision to trust them now feels like a leap of faith as the shadows around you seem to whisper malevolent promises. Suddenly, you emerge into a vast chamber bathed in a sickly green light. At its center stands the spectral form of Hlöthver, their eyes gleaming with malice. You realize that this was all a trap, a scheme to bring you here. Hlöthver raises a hand, ready to strike.