Inspect Your Surroundings

You look around, noticing the rocky outcrop you had launched yourself off of. Exhausted, you sit upon it, catching your breath as the wonderful adrenaline has worn off. Now, you notice the claw marks on your body, where the beasts had tried to use their own natural weapons to kill you, and you are lightly bleeding.

Breathing heavily, you take a stained cloth out of your left-breast pocket, and begin to wipe your sword clean, not really considering anything, other than the fact that you somehow lived.

You don't know how long you were like that, just thinking and thinking as time went by and the mist cleared. You finally remember what is casting the shadow that you are currently lounging in, and look behind yourself, at the ancient and cold gate.

Well, I'm here... what the fuck now?

You look at it, trying to remember everything that had happened the last time you visited here. The last time you were here though, you didn't get past the front gate.

You continue to clean and whet your blade, which had become dull in your battle with the Cyclopes.

Suddenly, you hear a new noise, not one of monsters, but something different...