The Seer’s Chamber

The words of the poem echoed in my mind, each line carrying a weight that seemed to transcend the confines of the trial. The sentences painted a picture of my journey, a path that I had only just begun to tread. 

I stood there at the walking on the spiral staircase, my heart still racing from the revelations that the Seer's words had unveiled. 

It was as if the poem had been penned with knowledge of my past, present, and future, a picture of my fate the Seer wanted to somehow convey to me through the system's quest. 

The serpent part though… The words spoke of transformations and transitions, of choices and consequences. But what perplexed me the most was the image of becoming a serpent. 

I am Nord the Serpentine Slayer… Not Nord the Serpentine.