you come to the foot of the fortress, an ominous, evil structure that smells of egg. it's constructed of dark, black bricks, with swirling, glowing, lime-green fire billowing from within. high, dreadful pointed towers, black chains, and a pizza oven with incredible eyeliner. the world around you is no longer red, but a sickening shade of green. you stare up, and gulp. this is it. "so what now?" you ask.

"well there's only two ways into the tower unless you're in the cult." Bertha replies.

"which are?"

"well, we can take the geysers and fly in onto the eye-"

"the eye?"

"the eye"

"the eye?"

"THE EYE" Bertha points to the very peak of the tower, where an enormous, glistening, serpentine eye hangs above a courtyard within the fortress walls. 

"what happens if we land on the eye?"

"probably broken bones, depending on the landing angle, mild to severe concussion, and probably pulled muscles."

"nice."

"ooorrrr we could try and climb the walls and hope the guards don't see us."