Pride goeth before the fall - and Pride was the answer to the riddle of the Octotron. There is only one wraith left... and the fact that Ayn Rand is the Wraith of Pride makes so much sense it makes your teeth ache.
The information that is reported to you makes it clear she may be extremely dangerous. There is no clear delineation of safety within the rows of booths... being anywhere near them may actually cause trouble. But she haunts the booths, flickers of movement and sound being the only clue as to where she might be.
You need to find her to exorcize her... and you need to survive the finding. Even as you think of this, you see the rush as she slides through a zombie, its essence trailing after her as she fades into the walls of another booth.
Good luck.
Rand was a bitch. She flit from booth to booth, avoiding you with all the ease of the wind for quite some time. It took teamwork to pin her down and force the tie to this world to break, and she refused to give you so much as a glimmer of satisfaction in sound. There was no scream, no wail, no begging or bargaining. She went out in death as she lived in life - with unapologetic pride.
That weight of being watched is almost crushing you, your heart hammering. For a moment, you almost wonder if you are setting something free... or if it has decided to come for you for daring to remove its toys.
But the thought is broken by the appearance of a wisp, its voice stronger than the others. This poor little spirit must have been newly shackled.
Free the guide who won the Five Forks.
Remove the knife that ended the life a jubilee later.
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