Print WeaverYour lantern cuts through the dark mists. The forest path twists as you see your own blood leading into the brush. Youre hopelessly lost and wounded. As the forest floor gives way to rough stone, the walls of an abandoned castle becoming quickly apparent, your lantern flickers out. You struggle to light it, as you feel sharp claws pierce your flesh once more. Your vision fills with inky darkness and you awaken again, safe within the walls of a Shrine.