Panting heavily under the blistering sun, you trudge through the tall grass, searching for any sign of life beyond the endless rolling hills stretching before you.

As the afternoon wears on, you catch sight of a dusty caravan making its way across your path. It's hard to tell at first, but upon closer inspection, you realize it's a group of slave traders, known for their ruthlessness and cunning. They seem to have taken an interest in you, and as they draw closer, you sense their leader eyeing you greedily.

The leader of the slave trading group meets your crimson gaze head-on, his expression shifting from greedy anticipation to wary unease. He raises a hand, signaling for his men to halt as he takes a tentative step forward.

"Now, now," he says, trying to keep his tone light despite the tension crackling between you two. "No need for hostility. We're just looking to make a mutually beneficial arrangement, you see?"

He gestures to the line of chained slaves shuffling listlessly behind him. "A fine specimen like yourself would fetch a pretty penny at market.

You push against the wooden door, but it doesn't budge. It seems to be locked from the other side. Perhaps there's a way to unlock it or find a key nearby...

Deftly, you pick the lock on the shrine door. There's a click as the mechanism releases, and the wooden panel swings open with a creak. Beyond lies darkness, but your senses tell you that this is no ordinary void...

Do you enter the shrine?