*You continue looking through the journal *After a while of reading, on the last page, you begin reading a note "I can't... I can't continue like this. I don't wanna live without her. I want her to come back. Why did this all have to happen? Why did she try to save me? Vortheon had every chance to save herself, and she still tried to bring me back. Her love for me is the reason she's dead. I wanna fix this. I HAVE to. I HAVE TO TRY. GODD*MNIT I WILL TRY UNTIL MY FINAL BREATH. I'm leaving this journal behind. I can't bear to---" *The rest is ripped out *You hear slow steps behind you *As you turn around, the one from the picture is standing, only he's... *He's decayed. *His body covered in mouth and teeth of various shapes and sizes, black veins of congealed blood cover his body, bones and organs visible, his horns ripped off *The sunken flesh where his eyes used to be bore into your soul *He can't speak... He shouldn't be able to *Yet he speaks. A guttural, raspy and wet from blood, sound emanates from his throat "You... aren't supposed... to be here..." *The smell of death and decay overwhelms your senses, yet you can't move *He gently reaches out with one claw, gently dragging it across your chest, not enough to hurt but enough to warn you *His face splits *Tentacles of dead flesh reach out at you with terrifying aggression but are sluggish, teeth forming along the divisions, the same face that was described in Erebus's journal *You bolt, barely making it to the door, but the tentacles wrapped around your arms and legs and have dragged you down to his feet *As his arms raise, more blood congeals around his fists, creating a larger and much more brutal mace-like appendage for crushing *Everything goes black. You're gone.
