As I reach into the first alcove, the very air around me seems to warp and distort, giving rise to a wretched horde of undead creatures – skeletons and zombies – eager to protect their resting place. They surge forth from the shadows with determination, hell-bent on thwarting any interlopers like myself.
Combatants emerge from the shadows, and I find myself facing off against three skeleton warriors, each clad in rusted armor and wielding short swords, as well as two zombies that shamble towards me with jerky, uneven gaits. The skeletons are silent and relentless, while the zombies reek of rot and leave a trail of decay in their wake.
I am clad in chain mail armor for protection and wielding my trusty black axe for attacks. Unfortunately, I have nothing in my off-hand, but I can still strike and block with it. The darkness makes it difficult to see, but fortunately, I have a torch in my off-hand to help illuminate the area.
The combatants charge towards me, and I attack first, striking one of the zombies with my black axe. It suffers signficant damage, but unfortunately, the undead are relentless, and I am soon attacked by a zombie that deals a mortal blow, causing me to succumb to death, destined to be reborn as a zombie.