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‘What?’ booms a voice from above. ‘Who dares to challenge the design of the Chaos-master? Speak, petty mortal!’

‘They were but illusions, Chaos-master. I saw the truth beyond them,’ you reply.

‘Truth is but illusion. Reality is but a mortal dream. What do you seek, dreamer?’

‘I’m looking for a girl; her name is Tanith.’

‘Know this, mortal. You are in the Realm of Paradox—my realm. It is a world of possibilities and contradictions. None may find what they seek unless they pay the price.’

‘What price?’ you ask.

‘My price. Will you pay it?’

If you wish to agree to the condition of the strange god, turn to 94.

If you refuse his terms, turn to 134.