I will not speak of the horrors which we have been party to in these halls. Only let it be known that none, no dark witches, nor wretched beasts with hunger for flesh remain here to keep the stones warm.

Fear is not with us this day; and just as I seethe, Abhaya thirsts for more!

We spoke briefly near this unholy descent. The final chambers await and these moments may be our last. Why are we compelled to continue? Destiny is often cruel and bears no sense of duty. Abhaya honors me with her resilience; This much to her I hope that I have made clear.

Sweet suffering come forth!

The tombs here belie the truth of the matter at hand. If one has not seen the specter of death before one's eyes, how can wisdom come.

The pale bones and ghosts here will awaken no more. There can be no other way but to face our fate with eyes wide open. A lifetime can be spent on idle pleasures just as leaves fall from the trees in winter; Yet, I feel as though this tale has only begun. Hold your chin up Abhaya, we venture into the realms of dead kings, ancient warriors, and maidens as yourself that have come and gone.

Incredible...

this guy.

So this then is the great demon that has wrought so much pain unto the world below. I ascended his throne to face him eye to eye.

Take heed tyrant, this blade will be amongst the last of wills that your sight will afford you before your banishment from this realm.

Ahhhh I can't fuckin wait

It is the mark of a coward to send others to do one's bidding. Are these few lowly creatures the best that you can conjure?

They chanted his acursed name, "Baal", and scribbled his sigil in blood as they lay dying. I could only laugh as Abhaya shouted, "Fools, your master will not save you!".

And it begins
The final battle

Perhaps my haste and pride has clouded my vision, for it was Abhaya that pulled me from the grasp of the serpent mages. I had never suffered such poison. My voice trailed, heart faded, and all senses became fleeting as dusk.

I will never allow myself to forget her valor, and indeed her fervor; for once the healer had done her best, Abhaya wished only to see my sword split this great mage in half.