You reach up and drive your sword through the soft underside of its chin, the blade tearing through flesh and cracking bone as it pierces straight into its skull. A sickening, wet crunch echoes in your ears as dark, viscous ichor pours from the wound, spattering onto your face and hands. The being’s mask-like face remains eerily stoic, but its psychic wail tears through your mind like jagged glass.

It’s super effective. +1 Evil

Its grip falters as its strength fades, and it releases you, leaving your sword embedded deep in its head.

Once more, you find yourself free-falling, the scorching heat of the abyss sizzling your skin as you plummet deeper into the infernal depths below.