As I stand at this four-way intersection, I can't help but feel a sense of superiority over these pitiful ruins. The passage to my right seems to be the only one leading towards something of interest - the rest are shrouded in darkness, much like the minds of those who would dare call themselves my equals.
As I prepare to move forward, I hear rustling behind me and turn to face the unwelcome threat. I suppose it's time for me to shed some light on this situation - with my trusty battleaxe, of course.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, four giant weasels charge towards me, their beady eyes gleaming with cunning intelligence. These oversized rodents must think they stand a chance against me, but I can't help but feel a little disappointed that my foes are so unimaginative.
I take a deep breath and prepare to strike first, knowing full well that these creatures won't stand a chance against my superior strength and skill. With one swift swing of my battleaxe, I take down the first weasel with a critical hit, leaving only three more to go.
Unfortunately, one of them manages to land a lucky hit on me, causing me to stagger back in surprise. But just as quickly as it happened, a mysterious divine healing revives me, thanks to an unknown and unnamed dark god. I can't help but feel grateful for their intervention, even if they do have questionable taste in allies.
With renewed vigor, I take down another weasel, leaving only two more to go. But just as I think I'm making progress, one of them lands another significant hit on me. I can feel my strength waning, but I know I can't give up now.
With one final surge of energy, I take down the third weasel, leaving only one more to go. But even in its weakened state, it still manages to fatally wound me. I can feel my life force slipping away, as I've suffered fatal injuries and collapse to the ground, defeated by these pitiful creatures.