The planks creak beneath your boots, worn smooth by long vigils and countless descents. From here, you may take stock of your strength, your relics, your wounds, and your will— and decide which path into the Vein you dare tread next.
Your relics, your victories, even the wounds you’ve suffered echo faintly in the quiet under the boards. The Vein listens. The Vein learns. The Vein waits.