Standing at the precipice of the cavern entrance, you share a look with your companions. There is no turning back, not for any of you now. Verum's survival is in your hands. Lighting your amber torches, you take your first steps into the Deepwood's heart.

Your torches barely hold back the encroaching dark. What little illumination you have falls upon a path of overgrown roots and jagged hunks of amber buried in the dense soil. The walls are close and the atmosphere is thick. You struggle to force enough air into your lungs as you slash and hack at the labyrinth of undergrowth slowing your advance.

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