You hesitate, seeking an alternative path before delving into the heart of the forbidden forest. As you plead with Hrafn for another solution, shadows converge around you, whispering promises of power and freedom. But their words twist into tendrils that bind your limbs, dragging you deeper into the darkness.
Trapped within the cursed embrace, you watch helplessly as Hrafn's form contorts into a grotesque specter, his eyes hollow voids sucking in all light. The malevolent force consumes you whole, your screams lost to the eternal night that swallows you. In your last moments, a chilling realization dawns - sometimes, even the bravest souls cannot escape the clutches of fate.
Game over