"Very well. Follow me." Angela told her, her manner becoming much more distant as she turned and walked to the entrance of the house. Going outside, Naael would see a warped mockery of a once beautiful human city, seeming just close enough to what it once was, if it weren't for the dark murals and strange markets. And over the city loomed an immense ziggurat of black stone, from which she could feel the chill of corruption and evil.<br/><br/>Angela led the way through the streets, with others stepping aside to allow the pair to pass, and at last came to a door that was in the shape of a looming, fanged skull shaped of stone. Angela stepped confidently inside, and as she did, they came to a new chamber. In the chamber were four iron caskets against each wall, each shaped vaguely like a humanoid and open, with padding revealed inside. Beside each was a figure clad entirely in black iron, all but seeping malice and evil even as dark, glowing red runes criss-crossed the armor, and the greatswords across their backs. And in the center of the room was a chalice of deep red liquid, at which point Angela paused and pointed at it, asking. "Is that really necessary? I've only ever heard of the Chalice being pulled out a handful of times."<br/><br/>One of the figures replied in a booming voice of iron. "The Voice has Spoken. The Chalice tests Resolve. The Champion must Drink, if it wishes to pass Us."