You consider Thorne Darkwood’s suggestion carefully, weighing the possibility of negotiation amidst the chaos. His words resonate with a sliver of hope, a glimmer of possibility in the darkness.

"Perhaps you're right," you concede, addressing your companions. "Attempting to reason with the demon may be our best chance to end this conflict without further bloodshed."

With cautious optimism, you approach the towering demon, its form radiating with dark energy. As you draw nearer, you can feel the malevolent aura emanating from the creature, a palpable sense of danger that sets your nerves on edge.

"Creature of darkness," you call out, your voice steady despite the tension in the air. "We come not as enemies, but as seekers of peace. Will you hear our plea?"

The demon regards you with a cold, calculating gaze, its expression inscrutable. For a moment, there is silence, broken only by the crackling of energy and the distant sounds of battle.

Then, to your surprise, the demon speaks, its voice a low, rumbling growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Peace?" it scoffs, its tone dripping with scorn. "You dare to speak of peace, mortal? You who have dared to defy me and my kin?"

Despite the demon's hostility, you stand your ground, refusing to be cowed by its intimidation tactics. "We seek only to end the suffering that plagues our realm," you insist, your voice unwavering. "Surely there is a way for us to coexist without resorting to violence."

But the demon remains unmoved, its eyes blazing with fury. "Foolish mortal," it snarls, raising its clawed hands in a threatening gesture. "You know nothing of the true nature of power. Prepare to face the consequences of your arrogance!"

As the demon's dark energy envelops you and your companions, you feel a sense of despair washing over you, realizing the futility of your efforts. Despite your best intentions, your attempt at negotiation has only served to further provoke the creature's wrath.

The darkness consumes you, swallowing you whole as you and your companions are dragged into the depths of the Rift. You struggle against the suffocating void, but it is all in vain. In the end, there is only darkness, and the echoes of your failure reverberate through the abyss.

Your journey has come to a bitter end, your hopes dashed and your companions lost to the darkness. Ethrion remains in peril, its fate sealed by your inability to overcome the demonic threat.