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"Heavy lay the ring upon my breast, that cursed tool of indomitable evil. The darkness was absolute - soon did I begin to believe that it was indeed tangible - and the volcanic passageway smelled of foetid sulphur. Though I could scarcely breathe, I continued steadily upward amidst the hoary stench of untold aeons. My less hardy companion was nowhere to be found, and I presumed him to be dying. His faculties had not grown accustomed to the pure, cold terror of the void as mine had, and I predicted his demise to be particularly horrible. Imagine! He would face the Demon King babbling incoherently in his last moments as his mind collapsed under the cruel, tormenting stare of the Lidless Eye. I alone have lived through the gaze of Dark Lord, save one man, and yet even he was driven mad - roaming the hills of Ered Luin and howling at the thin-horned moon. It was upon these things my mind reflected as I trod the weary halls of the damned on an infernal quest without hope; when I noticed a red glow before me. Then, with a rushing wind that sounded of ten thosand souls loosed from the Abyss, my heart froze in sheer terror as I suddenly realized -- "that I was staring directly into the Eye of the Demon King!