As you sleep, you feel an unease in yourself. You look down to where you are. You are alone in a dark room, then feel a singing pain in your leg. Looking down at it, you can see your leg is being engulfed in the jaws of a fiery serpent. Against the pain, you can hear a voice that is your own.

Master the flames. Overcome your pain.

You feel the serpent continue its journey up to your knee, burning your leg with it. Your initial actions are to flail and attempt to shake it off. Within doing so, you feel another pain as another bites onto your arm. This head appears as a hawk's, but seems to be just made of whirling cuts of wind. The pain is intense, but you realise that it is just a fleeting moment. Something inside you makes you realise this is just your own thoughts, and you can overcome this pain. With some concentration, you see the snakes releasing their grip on your arms and legs, though singed scars remain. You then grab hold of the animal heads, their energy now feeling like your own, as they seem to engulf your fists before disappearing into cinders.

Your time in slumber sees you in an open room. It feels like the deadwood again, where the old leafless gnarled trees are surrounding you. The sudden feeling of being alone wafts over your as you sense something; you may be alone right now, but that doesn't mean there isn't something else there. You immediately find yourself fleeing through the forest, taking turns seemingly at random. However, after a moment you get the feeling of you can tell where you are going, as if predestined tracks are there. You slow your retreat to find yourself looking out towards a camp, where the others you have travelled with are seated. They don't seem to have noticed you, or that dark feeling that something follows. Turning around for the first time, all you can see are clouds of blackness, like that which followed you in the cells and the room with the devil's maw, slowly encroaching towards you and the group. Only you have noticed it, and only you can find these things ahead of the others...

Swirling around you, you can sense the infinite layers of chance and chaos. It is not an alien concept to you, but at this magnitude it feels to weigh on you like a hammer on a nail. The vortex of colourful array seems to spin faster around you, your vision becoming blurred and making your head spin at a similar rate. The vortex then seems to bury into you, latching into your wrists and digging deep. With the flicker of chaotic energy, you can feel it as a part of you; it is something you have known is always there, but it could never tap into something this vast. However, you feel with enough practice, this endless reservoir of entropy could be in your grasp. As you grasp your hands, you feel an ethereal energy ripping from your shadow as a blade of pitch darkness arrives in your hands.

You hear the echo of someone calling you in your mind. Leojym... Leojym... Leojym... It is a voice you haven't heard for a while. That which you have felt when you first gained your role as a cleric of your faith; that of, whom you believe is, Angharradh. Her voices are calling out for her lost child, somewhere in the darkness of the cosmos. The empty void around you seems to encircle you with a band of faint light, then a second appears, crossing with you in the centre of them, while their edges close to you. Finally a third ring covers you, as you feel the sense of seeing yourself from above, you are at the centre of your divine one's emblem.

A sense of the threefold envelops you, some deep Wisdom about your situation. Your current land is somewhere where the gods do not tread, but with effort they can reach out to you. Your sense of faith feels restored, as you know Angharradh is still there, and they have never forgotten about you.

Your dreams seem to drift away again as you feel an open field emanate around you. Looking around, it is in full bloom, as small white flowers dance in the breeze. There is then the sound of wafting wings as you look up. Obscured in the light of the sun, a silhouette of some celestial being can be seen, though their features cannot be made out. The celestial looks down at you, as you call out, asking it why you are there, and can you go home. There is no answer, as you see the figure seems to slowly drain away into a focused piece of shadow, wincing at the glare of the daylight. The focused piece of shadow seems to coalesce in front of you, as a blackened tome appears at your feet. Picking it up, you see that all the pages are made of pitch black. After looking through a couple, writing begins to appear on the page, being carved in pure light to contrast the darkness the tome is made of.

Find the heart of the tower. There is no top, nor bottom, but there is a centre.

You feel yourself somewhat at home. The earth in your dreams is rich in minerals, and seems to be a quiet quarry. Atop the quarry you see a single figure of glowing light, looking down at you. You call out to it as it turns and begins to walk away. You give chase, running through the quarry and climbing the wall, you find a heavy snowy forest atop the quarry and begin to follow the little puddles of light you assume are the footprints of the entity. Following these, you feel your senses are somewhat different, as your perspective seems to lower to your waist in height, and you see your nose extrude as grey fur covers it.

You realise you are a wolf on the hunt in this winter forest, following the tracks ahead of you, your senses also show a scent trail of the ethereal glow, headed through the treeline. After your hunt is over, you see ahead of you the glowing light. It is a spirit that looks not unlike yourself. You appear to be looking at yourself from another's perspective. As you blink, you find yourself standing where the spirit was, as you whole, and the wolf is now the spirit. The wolf leap to you and its paw presses against your chest over your heart, as a glowing light of the pawprint is left upon your chest.

You find yourself wakening in a closed compartment. There is limited room to move, and you are one your back. With your darkvision slowly adjusting, you can see that whatever your are in is made of stone. With a bit of your stonecunning and thought you come to a dread realisation; this is a tomb sarcophagus. You have seemingly been buried alive wherever you are. Is this perhaps a symbol for what has happened to you where you were before this "tower".

Deciding not to give up, you begin to try and break free. You punch the stone, and can feel the weight of the slab keeping you in there. Retracting your hand, you can see it already bruising from the strike. However, your dwarven stubbornness than the finest adamantine. You punch the stone again, and again, and again... With more punches, you can feel the blood on your hands as the short punches you can do in this enclosed spaces sprays bits of blood onto your chest. With the last of your effort, you see a crack in the stone. Feeling the slightest of second winds, you punch it again as the crack grows. Feeling your ki rise, you unleash a flurry of blows as the casket's top shatters, showing the flood of light to outside of your confines.