You can still feel the heat of Anger at your back as you descend into the Sixth Circle. Here, you see the heretics-- those who have spoken or believed against God or the Church. They lie burning forever in tombs that are on fire.
From the din of agonized screams, you think you hear your name being called. You hold your breath and listen more acutely. Indeed, from inside of the tombs, a hoarse, pained voice moans your name. Nervously, you cross the circle to stand beside the tomb.
"Pilgrim," the voice cries as the spirit senses your presence. "It is I, Farinata. I am damned for a belief that I share with many other Epicureans: that the spirit dies with the body. For my foolish cynicism I burn, and for my lack of insight I am condemned. But as for you, I see that you have quite a long journey ahead of you still. The worst is yet to come. Still, I see you persevering. I can see you in the Light once again, having acquired new skills and knowledge. Your future, dear Pilgrim, is bright."
You furrow your brow, confused by the spirit's words. "You can see the future?"
The spirit released a low, pained laugh. "All spirits in Hell can see the future of life on Earth. We cannot see the present, so we prophesy solely on shaky visions. But you have learned something of prophecy along your journey. Let us explore it a bit further. You will meet the spirits of three damned heretics here in this Circle. Answer their riddles about prophesy, and perhaps you will gain some insight into your own journey."
You nod; while the smell of cinders and death is overpowering your senses, you find the heretics less unpleasant to talk to than the angry spirits were.
Farinata points you to the tomb to your right, where the first heretic you must meet lies burning.