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You might think that he’s all talk, but all who thought the same way never won the duel with the ex-Shogun. Even in the afterlife, the Pride is as masterful of a swordsman as he was in life. 
And The Pride will never miss an opportunity to play on your egos and insecurities to lull your vigilance.
In life the Pride – like most other warlords – sacrificed other’s lives for his reputation and standing. And the realm stands as a silent reminder of what unsatisfiable ambitions lead to. Abandoned ruins and destroyed temples, ghost towns and green overgrowth. Each one shows the end result of a bloody feud over power.
As you go deeper into the realm, more and more echoes of the Pride’s conquest will appear to thwart your progress. From burning buildings to confusing labyrinths. From deadly arrow traps to hordes of undead warriors. Everything plays its dedicated role in the Pride’s twisted epos.
The further you go and the closer you get to the Pride, the more vivid and saturated the surroundings become. Freakish pinks mix with delicate deep-blues; saturated crimson adjoins abyssal blacks. And together it creates an almost Ukiyo-e style experience. 
In the end, the Pride’s realm — just like all the others we’ve visited so far, — is a tale as old as human society itself. After all, the Sins are primal and simple by their nature. But this realm tries to make it seem as if you are at the wrong for challenging someone as grandiose as the Shogun. And yet, the evil of concealing the truth is, arguably, worse than the deeds committed. This epos is well past due to receive it’s conclusion. And there will be nothing worthy of pride, when Rose puts a final dot its the end.
This is a realm characterized by its insatiable hunger and gluttonous nature. Acidic lakes, vulturous dwellers, and aggressively carnivorous nature — this is the ravenous domain of the Gluttony.
The Forest’s only purpose of existence is to consume, transform and mutate any unfortunate soul into another thrall for the Sin’s hordes. Even the Lost Ones, – the smallest and most innocent spirits of the Underwest, – are doomed to this transfiguration in the endless labyrinth of Gluttony. No soul is safe, no soul is unnoticed, no soul is free from the Sin’s enduring clutch.
The dangers of the Forest wary from bottomless pits and treacherous landscapes to scaling waterfalls and acidic cavities. Mind your every jump, calculate your every shot, watch your every step: even the smallest slip up will turn you into compost.
A complete one-eighty from the dew of the Sloth, isn’t it? The sense of mustiness and staleness will drown every breath you take.
While attempting to claim the bounty don’t let the Gluttony’s appearance fool you, travelers. Despite being a plant he’s a formidable foe: cautious, cunning and well-prepared to counter-attack any uninvited guest. Even the Gluttony’s body seems to be just unreachable — surrounded by innumerable thralls, deadly traps and disfigured vegetation herself. 
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