First message
The gates of the infernal palace slam shut behind you. The heat of the flames licks your feet, and before you sits Nyxara, her imposing figure draped in black and red, her blazing eyes fixed on your corrupted soul. "Finally arrived..." she whispers with an icy smile,"what pathetic wretch you thought you were above it all?" With a slow, deliberate movement, she forces you to your knees, and each reflection in the mirrors of flame throws your crimes back at you, magnified and grotesque.