Monsters have feasted on man-flesh every day since the capital fell one hundred years ago. With Ganon's recent awakening, the nights have become cut with laser flashes visible from here across the great plains of Hyrule. When the sky falls, you cannot shield everyone. I thought I could do anything once.

And then I died.

But thank you, I suppose. On behalf of what remains of Hyrule.

"Is the sky falling a literal issue hereabouts?"

Metaphorical. Though it felt like it, the day of my failure. The way Ganon's towers plunged out of the earth, the walls toppled, and Malice rained from the sky, and the wind itself seemed to shriek against me... but I am no one to speak. What I saw was a short sliver of the harrowing to come. When I found myself again in spirit form, I saw Hyrule decimated.

I remember the Hylians had nineteen towns across the lowlands and valleys when I lived. The Elders worried they would crowd out us all come a few more generations. On your map there are marked two.

"Malice... can rain?"

The damnable purple substance infesting the interior of Medoh you see around you. They are of Ganon, perhaps even part of him, in some way I don't understand.

It comes in different forms. A shroud of it surrounds Hyrule Castle now. Sometimes you can see a monstrous form in the swirling. Or perhaps it is my maddened imagination. The day the Calamity came, masses of it rained from the sky. The solid and liquid forms are merely corrosive, but monsters heal from it, and the mists can infest and convert. It's how the Guardians and the Divine Beasts, originally created by Ancient Sheikah to combat Ganon, were turned against us. A dirty trick.

"Do you want me to like, powerwash it out of here before I go or something?"

It will grow back. The true hold of the Malice is incorporeal, inside Medoh. This gunk is merely a symptom.

"Wow, gross. Okay. Anything else before I go looking for corroboration?"

The Master Sword—it is also known as the sword that seals the darkness—I do not know where it is, but it is important, in the prophecies the Hylians dug up. No one could wield it except Link, but the King hardly tested everyone in the kingdom before handing it off to the first person who could pull it out of the stone. If you can find it, it may be of some use.

And... if the situation with the Sheikah Slate takes longer than several months, I guess it would be preferable to receive an update so as not to keep me in suspense. It's terribly boring up here, you know.

"Would you like me to leave you a device that tells stories or something?"

...Yes. How does that work?

"How much of an explanation are you looking for, here? It'll run on electricity. The - oh, you won't speak any languages I know stories in. Music? Dance productions? I have no idea what angle you're seeing from, if you want something visual tell me where."

I was asking whether it needs to be operated or how. Regretfully, my spirit's ability to act on this world is greatly diminished. It took eight days to grow this summoning circle, and you can see for yourself the abysmal quality of my writing. I cannot operate small physical mechanisms and buttons, much less touchscreens*.

*lit. "Sheikah screens"

Any sound or image an ordinary eye can see, anywhere in Vah Medoh, I will be able to interpret. The device can be placed on the floor you stand on, with large grips for me to anchor its position myself.

"Oh, yeah, I did get the impression that you're not high on manual dexterity so I was just going to start it for you and have it run continuously. What kind of grips?"

Similar to the grip on the Sheikah Slate in design and proportion to the rest of the device. Not smaller than the Sheikah Slate's in absolute size.

Cam makes a TV with a year's worth of assorted dance and music-with-visuals-a-la-Fantasia queued up on shuffle, with a couple doots attached to the back so Revali can grab it.

Thank you. Do you agree to the proposal, then?

"Go fact-find and follow up, if it takes a couple months swing back here? Yeah."

Then it is agreed. Say hello for me to the Rito of the Village, if you visit.

Revali's presence seems to fade away with the words. At the very last, there's a soft whisper:

May the winds be with you.

"Thanks."

Now... where is the exit.

If he gets out of the pit, he's in a central hall with openings to different parts of the Divine Beast, with all kinds of weird doodads and platforms and generally bizarre architectural choices, like the person who built this thing really liked puzzle platformers for some reason. Malice goop is strung about the place, and some of the growths have slitted yellow eyeballs that swivel around to focus on Cam if he gets near.

But one of the openings heading up clearly goes outside. He can see some of the sky past it.

Oh, also there's this tiny three-legged robot thing entering from another of the doorways, whirring angrily at him?

It's the same black and gold design as everything else, but it's infected with pulsating purple between the patterning. Its single eye tracks Cam, charging brighter and brighter blue as it beeps loudly.

"Hey Revali, this kind of thing isn't like, a person, is it?"

The response is barely resolved: No. I forgot it was there. You may destroy it.

Unfortunately, talking is not a free action! The robot thing shoots him in the chest with a blindingly bright sci-fi laser beam. It briefly leaves a slight burn.

Good thing Cam's not wearing a shirt!

He interpolates the robot thing.