The sword hurtles through the air towards the king, its trajectory seemingly true. But as it approaches, you notice the wizard chanting something. Just as the sword is about to strike the king, it passes by the wizard, who raises his arms, completing his incantation.
In a horrifying spectacle, the king explodes like a balloon filled with blood, showering the room—and you—with a grotesque mix of blood and mashed potatoes. As the realization sinks in that Spudley is gone, you collapse to your knees. The wizard, with a chilling calmness, departs uttering, "You don't know the things I saw. I'm out."
