Ryze's words lingered in Link's mind long after they had been spoken, echoing with a gravity that refused to fade.
Even as they made their way toward the final destination—the vicinity of the Thousand-Eyed Altar—Link remained distracted, thoughts clouded by their earlier conversation.
It was a moonless night, the wind sharp and biting. Shadows flickered across the stone terrain as several humanoid creatures patrolled the area. They looked disturbingly similar to humans, save for the grotesque, blood-red eyeballs embedded all over their skulls. These were the infamous Thousand-Eyed Clan, mindlessly roaming around the altar like soulless husks—living corpses.
"Listen carefully, Link," Ryze instructed, his voice suddenly taking on a soldier's edge. "I'll reveal myself to draw their attention. You pick off the slowest one—the one that falls behind the rest. You'll only have one chance. Make it count."
"…Alright."
