As Heartstone drew near the temple, the place where the group had been condemned to an eternal rest, he uttered a few mystical words, his gravelly voice resonating in the air, thick with foreboding. In that moment, the very temple trembled, as though the stones themselves feared the fate that was about to unfold. But soon, horror made its presence known: a colossal shadow, born of consuming flames and impenetrable darkness, rose from the depths of the sanctuary. Before this abomination, the question lingered: Would Heartstone survive his own diversion, or would he fall into the abyss he had perhaps, unwittingly, awakened?