As you journey deeper into the twisted forest, guided by the pulsing runes and accompanied by Dyrfinna's silent presence, you come across a clearing bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the clearing stands a massive tree with bark as black as night, its branches reaching out like skeletal claws. The air around it shimmers with malevolent energy, sending chills down your spine. Suddenly, a figure steps out from behind the tree, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. It is Valgerthr, an ancient spirit bound to the cursed tree, her voice echoing like a haunting melody.
Valgerthr raises a hand, beckoning towards you with a smile that sends shivers down your spine. 'Welcome, travelers,' she croons, her words dripping with malice. 'I see you have found my domain. Stay awhile and let me show you wonders beyond your wildest dreams.' Dyrfinna's grip tightens on your arm, her expression filled with both fear and determination.