Horizon of Darkness

"Why wasn't I reborn as Doom Slayer? I want a BFG-9000," thought Henry, desperately trying to stay conscious in these new, unexplored layers of madness. Seeing the inscription on the monument, he felt like making some sarcastic remark, but all his sense of humor had vanished by now, and in general, his brain had stopped functioning. The guy saw the inscription, but he didn't understand what to do with it. What is it doing here? What is he doing here? Is it Elvish? More likely Orcish. What a stupid inscription and what a stupid everything, he wishes he could wake up; the previous schizophrenic world was more fun. And not so schizophrenic. By the way, what was he doing there? It seems like he was playing Shadow of Mordor? No, no, it was Vermintide 2?
Suddenly, very close by, as if right from inside his body, a familiar, perpetually panicking voice was heard:
-- Henry!! Say the name! You have to read it! Read the name!
-- Vaorush-Shonessch...