Orion, with a triumphant glint in his eye, approached the fallen god of war. With Ares immobilized and defeated, Orion raised his Unholy Lance: Longinus, his eyes determined and unyielding. In a swift, calculated motion, he delivered a precise strike to Ares’s forehead. The lance pierced through the god of war’s golden-red hair, bypassed his defenses, and drove deep into his head.

There was a moment of eerie silence as Ares’s body froze, his eyes locked onto Orion’s. The squares in his black gaze dimmed, and then, in an instant, the god of war crumbled into nothingness, leaving only a wisp of golden-red smoke that dissipated into the bleak battlefield.

Orion had emerged victorious, his strategic brilliance and unwavering determination leading to the downfall of the god of war. The battlefield, once filled with death and despair, now bore witness to the triumph of intellect and cunning over raw power.

Orion stood amidst the fallen corpses, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He had faced a god and emerged victorious, but the labyrinth held more mysteries and challenges. His journey into the heart of Purgatory continued, and the malevolence that dwelled within awaited his confrontation.

“As soon as I saw that I was going to be confronted with but a fraction of your power… I knew exactly how to defeat you… Hey, father. You were pretty cool when you were young… I see where I got my tenacity.”

Side Quest: Trials of Despair – Confront Your Regrets has been completed

Reward has been granted

The three rewards for this quest were Sanctuary Vision Upgrade – Resilience, Mental Fortitude, and Emotional Clarity. These were strange rewards since they seemed to only be useful in the dungeon. They were never granted as skills for Orion to use later on.

As Orion stood victorious over the fallen god Ares, the once-grim battlefield, with its corpses and spectral warriors, began to crumble and disintegrate. The very ground beneath his feet shook and trembled, and the once-solid earth gave way, revealing a dark abyss.

The remnants of the battlefield fell away as if it were a mere illusion. The abyss that emerged was a chasm of infinite darkness, a void that seemed to have no end. Orion, unable to keep his footing, found himself plummeting into the abyss.

As he descended through the pitch-black darkness, he felt weightless, as if he were caught in a free fall. The echoes of the battle with Ares and the surreal battlefield became distant memories. Orion was now alone in this abyss, descending into the unknown.

The descent seemed endless, with no sign of an end or a bottom. Orion’s thoughts raced as he fell deeper into the void, unsure of what lay ahead. The darkness enveloped him, and he braced himself for whatever awaited him in this mysterious and seemingly endless abyss.

In the boundless darkness of the abyss, Orion felt a profound sense of isolation. The echoes of his victory over Ares and the ethereal battlefield were but faint whispers in this void. There was no up or down, no reference point, only an all-encompassing emptiness that stretched beyond the limits of comprehension.

The descent continued for what felt like an eternity. Orion’s senses were adrift in the inky void, devoid of any stimulus. Time itself seemed to lose its meaning as he fell deeper into the unknown, his mind oscillating between anxiety and a strange sense of serenity.

As he descended further, a faint light began to materialize in the distance, like a solitary star in the void. It beckoned to him, a beacon of hope in the enveloping darkness. Orion’s heart quickened, and he adjusted his course, striving to reach this glimmering point of light.

The light grew steadily brighter, revealing itself to be a portal or gateway. As Orion approached, he could discern intricate patterns etched into its frame, arcane symbols that hinted at the mysteries held within. With a sense of determination, he crossed the threshold of the portal, leaving the endless abyss behind.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm As Orion passed through the portal, he found himself once again standing in the Chamber of Illumination. The radiant glow bathed the chamber in its ethereal light, and the glistening crystals adorned the walls with their vibrant, shifting colors. The mystical runes pulsed with arcane power, and the Enchanted Flora swayed in the gentle, unseen breeze. The iridescent pool of water at the chamber’s center shimmered with a profound connection to the labyrinth’s mysteries.

He had returned to the sanctuary hidden within the heart of the Labyrinth of Shadows, a place of respite and contemplation. The tranquility of the chamber provided a stark contrast to the intense battle he had just experienced in the abyss. It was a reminder of the profound and enigmatic nature of this place.

As Orion continued to adjust back to this reality, he began to notice subtle changes in the surroundings. The radiant glow intensified, casting a warm and inviting light throughout the chamber. The glistening crystals seemed to shimmer with newfound energy, their colors dancing with increased vibrancy.

Gradually, the chamber began to transform. It expanded in a 360-degree direction, revealing a massive, fiery stone brick chamber beyond. The walls of the chamber receded like a curtain being drawn, unveiling a vast and awe-inspiring forge that lay hidden within.

The forge was a sight to behold, a colossal chamber filled with molten lava and an array of towering anvils, hammers, and intricate smithing tools. The air was thick with the heat and acrid scent of the forge, and the ambient glow of the chamber’s radiant light created a surreal juxtaposition with the fiery surroundings.

The molten lava in the forge emitted a mesmerizing, pulsating glow, casting an ever-shifting play of light and shadow on the chamber’s stone walls. The heat was palpable, and the sound of sizzling, hissing, and the rhythmic clang of hammers striking metal echoed through the expansive space.

The forge was a place of creation and transformation, where the raw elements of the labyrinth could be harnessed and shaped into something new. It was a testament to the chamber’s multifaceted nature, where the mysteries of Purgatory could be both illuminated and forged anew.

Orion stood on the threshold of this monumental forge, captivated by the sheer scale and power it represented. He couldn’t help but feel that this chamber held the key to unraveling the deepest secrets of the labyrinth, and he was ready to step into this new phase of his journey, forging his destiny in the heart of Purgatory.

Orion’s gaze soon fell upon a corrupted artifact that lay partially submerged in the fiery molten lava. This artifact was an enigmatic and ominous presence, its true nature and origins shrouded in darkness.

The artifact appeared to be a twisted and ancient relic, its surface marred by signs of corruption and malevolence. Its once-gleaming surface had been tarnished by the influence of the abyss, giving it an unsettling and otherworldly appearance. The metal, now discolored and warped, seemed to writhe with a life of its own as if tainted by the very essence of the labyrinth.

Half of the artifact remained visible above the molten lava, while the other half was submerged beneath the roiling, fiery liquid. The heat from the lava cast a hellish glow on the artifact’s surface, making it seem as if it were smoldering with an inner fire. The distorted reflection on the lava’s surface created an eerie mirage as if the artifact were a portal to a realm of darkness.

The artifact was adorned with intricate engravings and symbols, which had once held sacred and powerful meanings. However, now they seemed to have been defiled, their original purpose twisted into something altogether sinister. It was a relic of great significance, a source of both power and corruption.

Orion couldn’t deny the allure and danger that radiated from this corrupted artifact. It called to him, tempting him with the promise of untold power and knowledge, but it also exuded a sense of foreboding, as if it were a harbinger of peril. The artifact was a symbol of the labyrinth’s duality, where illumination and darkness coexisted in an intricate dance.

As Orion approached the corrupted artifact, he felt a palpable sense of both trepidation and curiosity. It was a pivotal moment in his journey, and he knew that his actions here would have far-reaching consequences. The artifact was a puzzle waiting to be unraveled, a key to unlocking the labyrinth’s deepest mysteries, and he was determined to discover its secrets, even if it meant facing the darkness within.

As Orion cautiously approached the corrupted artifact, his footsteps echoing in the massive forge, a palpable tension hung in the air. He extended his hand toward the artifact, intent on uncovering its secrets, but before he could make contact, the very ground beneath him began to tremble.

With a deafening roar and a burst of sulfurous smoke, a colossal demon materialized before him. It stood as a grotesque sentinel, towering over Orion with an aura of malevolence that filled the chamber with an oppressive weight. This demon was a nightmarish amalgamation of monstrous forms, its grotesque appearance a testament to the abyss’s darkest creations.

The demon’s skin was as black as pitch, covered in pulsating veins that seemed to writhe and throb with an unholy energy. Its massive, misshapen limbs were adorned with claws that dripped with a viscous, noxious substance. Its eyes burned with an eerie, crimson fire, devoid of any trace of humanity or sanity.

The presence of the demon was overwhelming, a reminder of the malevolence that lurked within the labyrinth. It radiated an aura of pure chaos and destruction, and its very presence threatened to consume Orion’s resolve.

Orion’s hand recoiled from the corrupted artifact as he shifted his attention to the demonic entity before him. It was clear that this demon was a formidable guardian, a sentinel that protected the secrets of the forge. Their confrontation was inevitable, and the outcome would shape the course of Orion’s journey through the labyrinth.