+1 Evil
Not even heaven, nor the deepest pits of hell, shall stand in the way of my Spudley! you declare, your voice rising like a mighty storm, filled with unwavering strength and purpose. The very air seems to tremble with the force of your words, as though fate itself has been put on notice. No force, no realm, no power can bar your path
Without a word, you draw your sword and, with a swift, decisive motion, drive it through the creature’s neck. It lets out a horrendous scream, the sound reverberating through your mind like the clash of thunder, before releasing its grip on you.
You begin to freefall, the rushing wind howling around you, your heart pounding in your chest. The heat from the depths below sizzles against your skin, the air thick with the stench of burning. Far below, another of the towering beings approaches, its gaze fixed on a falling spirit. You spot your chance.
Fall like Link (sword first).
