Walking along the valley, you can see red flickering lights in the distance. You come closer. There are fires lit all over the ground. Little demons are everywhere, flying around, fighting each other, and wallowing in the mud pits. You feel a violent urge to join them. You jump into the nearest pit, but are assaulted by the creatures that are already there. They bite you, pull your hair, scratch their claws down your back. You fight back. You are no better than them. A sudden intense heat makes you submerge yourself in slime. Someone had thrust a torch into your face. Slowly, you shrink in size. Your toes lengthen, and you grow claws. You are becoming one of them. You feel no remorse.