With the tendrils of dark energy draining your life force and Thrasi's twisted smile etched in your mind, you understand that the curse on Hlöthver is strengthening. The malevolent presence suffocates you as the shadows contort around you, almost like desperate hands reaching out for a grasp. Knowing you must act swiftly to escape this nightmarish grip, you steel yourself to fight against the dark energy, determined to break free from the suffocating curse before it claims you entirely. As you push back against the encroaching darkness, a faint whisper breaks through the oppressive silence. It sounds like a familiar voice, one filled with urgency and concern. You strain to hear more, realizing it might be your only hope of finding a way out of this grim situation.