Terrifying hallucinations assault your mind, the haunting delusions threaten to drive you mad. Anxiety and hopelessness fester and grow until… the words of your Oath come to mind once more.

We shall not break.

We join the line.

We answer the call.

We will stand and die.

Yet death will know our name.

We are Oathsworn.

Twenty six words that now define you. Together they draw you back to the surface and you gulp air. The tunnel is as it was, the vision passing. As you look ahead, the tunnel has come to an end and a vast cavern now lies before you.