The arena is swept by a wind of gasps, cut short by five Masked seated in the lowest tiers who are raising their hands. A throaty chant begins. "Ha-rum. Ha-roar. Ha-rum." The Faceless echo the chant as you bury your weapons in the Deepwood creature's body.

Their song collapses into a cacophony of cheers when you begin to clean your bloodsoaked weapons.

"Why?" breathes the woman you saved, clutching at her twisted arm. "Why did you save me!?"