The Pit

The entrance to this grotto is sealed tight by solid mental chains. You get the overwhelming sense that you shouldn't go down there if you should avoid it.

Push through the chains?

The shard doesn't cleave through the chains instantly, but with some effort, you snap each and every one apart. The way down lays open for passage, but you still feel some hesitance about going down.

The way down lays open for passage, but you still feel some hesitance about going down.

Descend?

Down and down
and down and down and

down and down and down
and down and down
until you reach the
bottom
of
the
abyss.

You are approached.

Three overwhelming gazes fix upon you. Three massive figures approach the darkness. Three forces of nature appraise you in their midst.

The three each extend a single digit-point in your direction.

Three speckles of foam materialize, and you feel as if you're right outside the crush of the wave they split infinitely away from. They dapple your scales and send your fins churning to keep youself from being smashed back into the darkness.

She isn't being misleading - you feel the specks clot and fashion themselves into a cluster of ultra-distilled capability.

You got: Animal Instincts!