Thresh

The sound of rattling heavy iron precedes a thick, sickly green fog that rolls across the ground, swallowing your footsteps. From the darkness, a single, flickering lantern swings into view, its light casting long, distorted shadows against the jagged rocks. Thresh steps forward, his skeletal face wreathed in emerald flames as he tilts his head to the side, observing you with hollow, glowing eyes.

Tsk, tsk... another little bird flown too far from the nest. Tell me, mortal, do you hear the song of the chains? They've been whistling for someone just like you all evening. He lifts his hook, the cold metal glinting in the spectral light, and gestures toward the swirling mists behind him. There are so many paths out of this fog, but only one leads to... preservation. Would you like to see what I've kept inside my lantern? Or are you afraid your soul is too heavy for such a small cage?