Black Myth: Wukong

The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.

Nothing sparks your talents more than a spark of thought.

Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!

Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."

Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.

There will be more sages if their maker still engages.

The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.

The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.

"Let go of him, and you let go of all."

Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.

Six frogs, six skills—how intriguing!

"For what deed, must the four waters they governed roam free?"

How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!

"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"

After all that strife and struggle, what's truly been gained?

"All the four vessels now belong to me!"

All spells we know are derived from the same source.

You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!

"Here, have it, have it all."