The truth hangs heavy in the post-rain air, though the chill lingers, carrying with it the echoes of the past, however distorted they may be.

Your mind drifts back to your original purpose: finding the Wandering Prince. Spotting the Grave Digger by his brother's grave, you approach and stand beside him. After a pause, he speaks: "She knows."

She? You inquire, realizing he means The Madam. She knows. But what does she know?

"Your true purpose for venturing into this warped and shattered prison. One that failed to confine him." He fixes his gaze on you. "Fliniguss." The name reverberates through your thoughts, sparking a flurry of questions.

Could Fliniguss be connected to the Wandering Prince? Your thoughts race as you share your concerns with the Grave Digger.

"I'm aware of her and her twisted sorcery," he responds after a moment. "She distorts reality, ensnaring those she encounters with her words. She'll manipulate you, prey on your deepest desires."

Your mind reels. What's her endgame? You voice the question that weighs heavily on your thoughts.

"To break free," he answers solemnly. "To tear through the very fabric of space and time that separates this realm of magic from what you perceive as reality."

Why do you not intervene? The question escapes your lips, laden with uncertainty.

"The bishop restrains her power, for now," he explains. "The rest of us are bound by our own pasts, trapped in stone by memories that haunt and ensnare. She exploits this, using our weaknesses to her advantage. Thus
far, she's managed to penetrate even his twisted delusions."

Why? It's a question that echoes within you, haunting every step of your journey.