The path eventually becomes a steep incline. Slowly, your party gains elevation and the fog gives way to the heavens above. As you near the crest of the hill, you spot a huge figure silhouetted against the dark sky. The shape, the unmistakable form of a Venerator.

As you draw your weapons, a child, Lina, appears before you. "Don't worry," she says. "He's lost too."

You cautiously approach the hulking warrior with your weapons at the ready, just in case. As you draw closer, the man continues to stand with his back toward you, his armor neatly arranged at his feet. Blood trickles from dozens of cuts on his upper body, and dark bruises mar the areas of flesh between them. He turns to you, slowly revealing a pained expression and utters only three words, "I have failed."