Chapter Four: The Cog in the Machine
You are now at the epicenter of the Transcendental Madness, where the very fabric of reality is torn asunder by the cacophony of existential dread.
A gleaming citadel of despair looms before you, its walls adorned with the screams of the damned.
To the north lies the Infinite Regret, a realm of unending sorrow and the crushing weight of "what ifs".
