You choose to confront the demons head-on and close the Rift. With grim determination, you prepare to charge into battle alongside Sir Malachar and your companions.

As you and your party advance toward the Rift of Despair, the air crackles with dark energy, and the ground trembles beneath your feet. The demonic horde senses your approach and surges forward to meet you, their forms twisted and grotesque.

Sir Malachar raises his sword high, his voice booming with authority. "For Ethrion!" he roars, leading the charge against the encroaching demons. You follow closely behind, your heart pounding as you prepare to face the horrors of the Rift head-on.

The clash of steel and the roar of demons fill the air as battle is joined. You fight with all your strength and skill, striking down demon after demon as they surge forth from the Rift's depths.

But the demons are relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. Wave after wave crashes against your defenses, pushing you and your companions to the brink of exhaustion.

As the battle rages on, you catch sight of a towering demon emerging from the depths of the Rift. Its monstrous form radiates with dark energy, and its eyes burn with a malevolent fury.

Sir Malachar raises his sword to face the demon, but before he can strike, the creature unleashes a devastating blast of dark magic, engulfing him in its sinister glow.

With a cry of despair, you watch helplessly as Sir Malachar falls, his body consumed by the darkness.

1: "We cannot let Sir Malachar's sacrifice be in vain," you declare, rallying your companions to continue the fight. "We must press on and close the Rift, no matter the cost!"

2: "Retreat!" Aria Shadowweaver cries, her voice tinged with fear. "We cannot hope to defeat that creature alone. We must regroup and find another way to close the Rift."

3: "We need to buy time," Raven Nightshade whispers, her eyes darting to the fallen Blademaster. "I'll create a diversion to draw the demon's attention while the rest of you attempt to close the Rift."

4: "We must honor Sir Malachar's memory," Thorne Darkwood says solemnly, his gaze fixed on the Rift. "But we cannot allow ourselves to be overwhelmed by emotion. We must analyze the situation and devise a new strategy."