The group stands at the edge of the Labyrinth of Darkness, about to confront the Bones of Creation... but Shāng Bù Huàn has had enough! 
As long as you have the whistle,
these creatures can't tell who you are.
Ich muss nur die Flöte haben. Diese Tiere
können keine Gesichter unterscheiden.
Tant que tu tiens une flûte,
ces animaux ne font pas la différence.