Charles glanced around at the adventurers and mercenaries before him, his grip on the war hammer so tight that his knuckles turned white.
"I know your hearts are filled with fear and confusion, and you must have a lot of questions, but please save them until after everything is over! At this moment, we are facing the most sinister of the four Deceitful Fog gods of Chaos—Novel!"
"In the face of its military might and evil, the monsters and Undead in the labyrinth are not even worth mentioning! Their chaos and destruction will engulf the world, and if we do not stand united, no one will be spared!"
"Do you hear the sneaky voices around you? That voice is its whisper, and that creature is using all its strength to tempt you! It wants you to doubt, to fear, to turn and run, or to fall into its embrace... Make no mistake, once you obey it, you will be the next to die! If you can hear its voice, it means you have already been branded by it!"