Faregon runs his calloused fingers along his blade, mulling over the predicament that has been plaguing his already chaotic mind.

"You don't have to do this! Just walk away!" Jared says, with quivered lips. Jared isn't the type of man to falter in confidence of a man so used to slaying demons and its ilk, but his friend is about to embark on a mission not designed for the likes of brave, mortal men.

"This is not your usual hellhound or succubus encounter Faregon ... " Jared continues. "I don't know if you'll walk out of this one alive. Your skills have served you well, but even a swordsman of your caliber is unequipped to deal with this."

Faregon isn't one for many words. He gets up slowly, using his blade to lift himself off the mossy rocks. Jared again pleads with his friend. "Don't do this please! How are you going to kill something you cannot see?"

Faregon looks at his anxious companion with weary eyes. He wishes he can mutter words to assure his friend that he will be fine, like always, but the air of uncertainty lingers like never before. "I can't!" Faregon responds pensively.

"What is your plan?" Jared asks.

"Die trying!" Faregon replies earnestly.

As Faregon trudged through the dense forest, his mind weighed heavy with uncertainty and doubt. The words of his friend Jared echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of the perilous path that lay ahead. With each step, Faregon felt the weight of his decision pressing down upon him like a leaden cloak.

Lost in thought, Faregon scarcely noticed the subtle shift in the air, the faint whisper of ethereal voices that seemed to dance on the edge of his consciousness. It was only when he stumbled upon a clearing bathed in an otherworldly glow that he realized he had entered a realm beyond the mortal plane.