Extend the Story - Add a Room

You reach the Ocean of Fog. It is just more and more of the same: fog.

You kneel down in this blinding world. You try your best to meditate, and you do clear your mind. You kneel like this for perhaps an hour, unwavering from your spot.

Abruptly you hear some voices. "'ey, who is this one?" you hear as you open your eyes.

Another man comes, clothed in a black cloak. He gasps upon seein you. "He has the same pendant as me!" he exclaims. "Well then, you must die. Prepare to be killed." You use the:

Fists.