Ah, finally, the weight of this exquisitely crafted weapon in my hands fills me with a surge of power that courses through my very being. I can't help but feel a touch of delight at this new addition to my arsenal. As if bestowing upon me an even greater gift, the enchanted axe now allows me to see clearly in the darkness, making my torch utterly unnecessary. With renewed confidence, I stride forward, ready to face whatever lies ahead.
As I take in my surroundings, I find myself in a grand cavern with the familiar sight of tiles beneath my feet and the ever-present stone plinth at the far end. The remnants of a battle lay before me - a skeleton warrior and a zombie, both vanquished and lifeless upon the ground. How unfortunate for them, to have met their end at the hands of such a magnificent warrior as myself.
Now, I must decide what to do next. Should I cast my Healing Hand spell and restore some vitality? Or perhaps I should drink this Potion of Healing that I've been carrying around. On the other hand, I could always return to that dreadfully boring three-way intersection. Decisions, decisions. What's a self-absorbed warrior to do?