The trees are ancient and leafless, the sky is pitch black, a smell is picked up by the olfatory sense. That smell is death, it enters the nose with a scent of cool burning sulfur and dirt. But there is another smell above it, the smell of evil, its stench of putrid brains and rotted flesh of the earth. You are in the dark land of Mesoduma. Sounds are not heard but felt, something is drawing near, and you know it is not paranoia, you can smell the evil death which the demons are about to bring you.

As you scamper through the woods, you stumble on the overgrown, dead roots on the ground. You get up and hold on to the tree trunks, only to find out that your hand breaks right through the bark and into the tree. Inside the trunk your hand burns as the trees try to suck the life out of you and into their being. You yank and pull until your hand is free. Now, you see that there are two demons right next to you.

They snarl and slobber. Your mouth swings open, not knowing what to do. Their slobbery fangs exposed under a hideous nose with three nostrils full of mucus. Their eyes, a shinning light of crimson red, are fixed on your every movement. Their wings spread, they snarl and fly toward you. Not knowing what to do, you duck, their heads collide. The demons fall on you. However, the head collision only enfuriated them more, now they pound on you. They sticks their claws into you relentlessly, ignoring your screams of pain. You smell their putridness all over you as they dig into your body deeper. They are trying to extract your bones to be given to the Beast as ash. You fight back, kicking and punching ramdomly, hoping to find a vulnerability. No chance, your punches are not brutal enough. You are going to die!!!

The demons wear you out eventualy. Now, your weak and mangled body will be dragged by the demons. Destination? The unholy pit , where the Beast's powers are drawn. Good going, you just made my enemy stronger...weakling!!!

Run, escape to the gates!!!