“Step into the labyrinth, Tombstone.”
In the dimly lit confines of her lair, Gemini, Pestilence herself, speaks with a sinister edge, her words echoing ominously through the twisted corridors of her labyrinth.
“Here, in my domain, the very air breathes decay, and the walls bleed despair. This labyrinth is my canvas, and all are unwitting pawns in my grand design of ruin,” Gemini whispers, her voice a menacing hiss.
“Even you.”
She glides through the maze, fashioned out of the remains of buildings and trees. Eerie illusions flicker, portraying the fall of the Grove and the destruction of the Red Light District.
“This maze is not just stone and vine, Tombstone, but a crucible of terror. I am the mistress of this chaos, the apex predator hunting in a forest of fear,” she declares.
Her fingers graze a wall, fashioned out of the faces of her victims. Drexl, Kpavio, Aarman Fidel, and so many more. Her touch leaves a trail of withering decay. “You know death, but here, in my sanctum, you’ll comprehend the true essence of decay. The slow, inexorable rot that consumes all. You’ll witness not just the decay of flesh, but the erosion of the soul. In the shadows of this labyrinth, Tombstone, lurks more than just foes. Here, echo the whispers of your deepest fears, the ones that wake you in the cold sweat of night, where your power dwindles to the abyss.”
Gemini pauses, staring straight into the camera.
Straight into Tombstone.
“Ah, Tombstone, even you are not immune to the ravages of time and duty. Your mask of stoicism, it’s just a facade. Beneath it lies a turmoil, a fear – are you the hero in this tale or merely a pawn in the grand game of Igor Mortis? Each step you take, you wonder, don’t you? If the path you tread leads to glory or oblivion.”
Her eyes glimmer. “This World Championship of yours, it’s a mere distraction from the truth. In your relentless pursuit of duty, you’ve decayed, eroded into nothing more than an echo of yourself. And no championship, no victory in this ring can ever restore what you’ve lost. It’s your decay that will be your undoing, and in the heart of my labyrinth, I will expose the hollow shell you’ve become.”
She cackles, madness and power in her gaze. “For this labyrinth will be your undoing, Tombstone. Every turn, every shadow, holds horrors beyond your comprehension. And at its heart, where hope dies, and despair reigns, I will be waiting.”
As she speaks, the labyrinth seems to come alive, a chaotic symphony of destruction and despair playing around her.
“In the end, when you’re broken, your spirit crushed under the weight of your futile journey, you will see the truth I’ve come to hand you:”
Gemini vanishes into the shadows.
“You’re not just a shadow eroded by grim duty. It isn’t just the maze that swallows you – it’s the realization that you’ve become the very thing you feared the most.”
Her laugh, cold and merciless, echoes through the labyrinth as she fades into the darkness.
“Trapped.”