An overriding sense of vileness washes over you as you look into that darkness, and it is almost enough to make you miss the immediate danger. The place is crawling with Deepwood monstrosities, the likes of which you have never seen before. A sea of fur and fangs, chitin and claws, flow around the cave as if maggots crawling around a cadaver. Fear and anger grip you at the sight of the certain death awaiting you at the mouth of the cave. You will never get in there like this. But you are so close. You know the answer lies within that cave. Did you travel all this way for nothing? You have no time to consider the question as you feel something coming.

A familiar deep thumping in the earth draws your attention. You remember that feeling from… You tense, gripping your weapons tight at a crashing sound. Off to your right trees bend, creak and crack, and the stuff of nightmares claws its way into reality before you.

The giant beast, in storm gray armor, is larger than a townhouse and shrouded in deadly fumes. Uprooting a tree whole, it barrels toward you. The Doom of Bastone! Whatever else you had planned, you are now left with only one choice - you must run for your life.