"Come! They're coming from here!" the man stomps down the dirt-hewn stairs into the dim light. You follow him. For some time you descended, for what felt like an hour, throught winding flights, until the light grew and opened into a great cave.

A roaring fire, bigger than any you've ever seen. A number of those creatures dancing around it, a number bigger than you've ever counted. All dancing and chanting, some disgusting rythm; their voices, you couldn't grasp exactly what was wrong with it, but the voices were unbelievably inhuman.

Some of them ate raw meat or even corpses. Some were pleasuring themselves or some were pleasing each other.

All surrounding that giant fire. It had a conscience, a face like one of them.  It demanded things, but in tongue only these inhuman things understood. However, I knew that the fire knew many tongues, but I knew not how it learned it.

You were standing behind a formation of spiked rocks that enclosed the stairs when the fire noticed the rustling of metal. Galamestus shifted the head of his axe behind him and charged.

He cleaves two or three before suddenly erupting into flames. You try to run away, but you catch fire too! YOU HAVE DIED!