As you venture further into the left passage, the faint glimmer of hope guiding your way flickers and fades, leaving you in near-total darkness. The air grows thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breaths. Suddenly, a chilling voice echoes through the corridor, whispering ancient curses that send shivers down your spine. You realize too late that this path leads not to escape, but deeper into the clutches of an entity far more sinister than the beast you fled.
Before you stands Helblindi, the blind god of winter, his icy touch freezing the very walls around you. With a malevolent grin, he offers you a choice: join him in eternal servitude or face oblivion at his hands. Your heart races as you weigh your options, knowing that whatever decision you make will shape the fate that awaits you.