As I stand at this four-way intersection, I can't help but ponder the decisions that lie before me. To my right, a passage that might lead back to the ruins above, while the others remain shrouded in darkness. Little do I know, my current path is about to be fraught with peril.
Out of the darkness, a group of six menacing creatures emerge. They are giant weasels - an oversized and more ferocious variant of their common counterparts. Standing on all fours, they measure around 3 feet long and 2 feet tall at the shoulder, with thick, coarse fur that ranges in color from brown to gray to red. Their beady eyes gleam with cunning intelligence, and their sharp teeth and claws are well-suited for hunting and defending themselves. I can't help but feel a pang of sarcasm as I think, "Well, this ought to be an interesting challenge."
The air crackles with tension as the creatures charge towards me in a frenzy, ready to pounce at any moment. The first combat round begins, and one of these oversized rodents manages to land a bite on me, dealing a staggering mortal blow. I find myself thinking, "Well, that was unpleasant."
But just as quickly as I had met my demise, a mysterious divine intervention occurs. An unknown dark god sees fit to intervene and revive me from the brink of death. How kind of them, isn't it?
The fight continues, and this time, I manage to strike one of the weasels with my trusty black axe, dealing significant damage. However, just as I begin to feel a glimmer of hope, another one of these creatures manages to land a bite on me, causing another round of fatal damage and leading to my second death.