— In the Shrine —
As he sat there, Midas looked around, nostalgia creeping into him. He had been in there for a long time and had seen this place so many times before. The dense air, the faint grey mist everywhere, that floating panel that stood there, beckoning to him.
Midas remembered his time in the Trials. That initial visit to the Shrine was something that changed Midas forever, and now, it felt like it was going to be the same again. Midas realised that he did not have time. He had to get moving.
Feeling a sense of determination, especially since he knew for a fact what was waiting for him outside was something terrifying, and it would only get worse as time passed since they would call people to help them.
