Gate of Memoirs/Eye of the Beholder

Looking thus into that unnameable void and seeing your fears reflected was a veritable nightmare.
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Music: "Overcome"	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*The inner lair reeks of blood and worse.
*Svad seemed to grow apprehensive with every step; even Kyria dared not breathe too loudly.
*The stranger, grim-faced, took their grave mission in stride, turning away from the agonized looks on the bodies.
*Ahead, a small alcove in particular draws Kyria's attention.
 	
*Kyria: Wait...
 	
*Kyria frantically leaps off her horse, nearly skidding on the slick floor.
*Emblazoned upon the dented and torn armor were the emblems of a local house—soldiers in their service.
*With trembling hands she inspects the cold corpses, and a muffled cry draws the stranger to her side.
*In her clenched fist were the remnants of a necklace: a carved eagle talon.
 	
*Kyria: This belonged to my brothers.
*Kyria: Hraban... Harald...
 	
*Kyria: They were here!... They didn't abandon us to our fate.
*Kyria: They must have rode out...and...
*Kyria angrily punishes the soaked ground with her fists, desperately holding back choked sobs.
 	
*A single lance, almost like a makeshift grave, juts out from the pile—its broken tip like a defiance to destiny.
 	
*Kyria: On this I swear...
*Kyria: I'll end that miserable wretch's life, even if it claims my own.
 	
*The stranger looks up, as if noticing something in the distance, and places a heavy hand on Kyria's shoulder.
*We're close. It won't be long.
*Let's go.
 	
*Kyria: ...Let's.
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*The winding passages produce an exit at the top of an ancient ruin, half-swallowed by the surrounding mountain.
*As the stranger creeps toward the nesting pile of bone and sinew, the gargantuan beast roosting atop stirs.
Music: "Nothingness"	Music: "Nothingness"
 	
*What... What is that?
*The twisted beast before you doesn't seem draconic in the least.
*Your head starts up a terrible, buzzing ache.
*You've seen this creature—not here, but many times, in different places.
*That terrible patchwork maze of blackest flesh and myriad eyes...
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*An amalgamation of your darkest fears and fevered dreams in that...that place!
*You try to scream, but you find yourself voiceless.
*Looking down, you see only the rough, bloodstained gloves of the stranger that travelled with Kyria...
*...And both of you wonder, at the same time—
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*Who am I?
*The beast lets loose an earth-shaking roar, which to you has the underpinning of some foul, malignant, *alien* whistling.
*As your senses begin to align with the stranger's, you sense a great terror taking hold of your very soul.
*Almost as if you were staring the end of existence in its hollow, gaping eyes.
*When the abyss glares back, what do you see?
 	
*Readying the splintered lance, Kyria glares up at her nemesis, whose terrible maw opens up into rows and rows of glistening teeth.
*Kyria: This is your retribution, dragon!
*Kyria: This is your end!