Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

The only torch illuminating the Dungeon is held in the hand of a motionless figure in black. The Servant stands opposite the entrance, and the abyss yawns behind him – a gigantic pit, so deep that the torch can only illuminate its edge before the darkness consumes its light. Those passing by split up; most go to the left, disappearing behind a massive door, while others walk to the right, as if vanishing directly into the gray stone. Seeing that Hargon doesn't quite understand what this means, the man with the torch gestures for him to approach.
—If your faith is weak, you should not descend into the abyss, —he warns in a voice as gray as the stone, devoid of emotion or even intonation, pointing to the well. —Get lost in the labyrinth if you seek truth, —he points to the left. —Rest in the hall if you seek peace, —to the right. —But if neither of these things truly matters to you, I will help you descend.