'If you can survive the trials of treading a million nails, would you still go?

If you are willing to encounter death at every step, dreading the next, are you still willing to enter?

If you leave and experience the trials further still, would you do so?

If you find yourself being pursued by everyone and everything, chasing you down to the edge of the cliff, would you jump to certain death or fight back and be labeled as a monster?

You can choose whether or not you want to change your life right at this doorstep. If you do say no, then nothing will happen to you.

If you say yes, then your life will change. Succeeding will bring you great power. And if you fail, then you will be enslaved within Oblivion for eternity.

What is your answer?'

Tus heard the ancient voice that sounded like sandpaper as he stared at the altar with the land and sky frozen in motion. The words repeated themselves over and over again, forcing him to answer without the chance of taking it back.

Armed with a borrowed sword and cheap armor that looked like wood, he said aloud without hesitation, "Yes!"

The altar hummed, a green light flickered in the surroundings, and Tus ceased to exist.