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Atop the volcano, I stare into the light

where the mists have crept over.

Though the dark stands defeated,
does it lie slain?

Hovering in the shadows,
witch breathes the night.

A click away from nightmare,
body encased black
with heart scattered forth in a storm;
she heralds Ragnarök within Fenrir's throat,
luring you to dive alone.

The lake flushes lamplight and cowers in its wake.

You fall.

Fail.

A slave.

Employ a messenger to defeat the night
where Hugin guards the door.