The dungeon cavern was cold and unforgiving. Crimson runes carved into the obsidian walls began to pulse with a low, rhythmic vibration. Jin stood before the monolith, gripping his cracked steel dagger.

"Is this where it ends?" he muttered, wiping blood from his cheek.

Suddenly, a mechanical chime echoed in his mind.

[You have met the hidden qualifications.] [The Sovereign Will has chosen you as its vessel.]

A dark vortex erupted beneath his feet. Shadows leapt from the walls, wrapping around his trembling arms. He was not dying. He was becoming something ancient. Something feared.