“All hope will turn to ashes in your mouth”

“There were always exits. We took none of them.”

All was silent in the ancient hall, the only sound the light footsteps of the four young initiates. They had each been chosen for this moment, for they were the best and brightest of their generation. They approached the altar where their fate would be decided.

The elder priest stood before them, his face solemn. "You have each been chosen to undergo the Nylothos ritual. This is a great honor, but it is also a great burden. The ritual will test your strength, your courage, and your resolve. Only those who are worthy will be allowed to pass."

The four initiates nodded solemnly. They were ready for whatever lay ahead.

The priest began to chant softly, and a feeling of dread began to well up inside of them. The altar began to glow with an eerie light, and suddenly they could see through the walls...and they saw death waiting for them on all sides.

Panic began to set in as they realized that there was no escape from this place. The priest's chanting grew louder and more intense, and then...something happened. They felt themselves being pulled towards the altar against their will. Their minds reeled as they struggled against the force that was dragging them closer and closer to it...until finally they succumbed and let themselves be consumed by darkness