As I stand in the dimly lit four-way intersection, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. The passage to my left leads towards the ruins above, while the other passages remain shrouded in darkness. I hear rustling and growling behind me, and before I can even turn around, I am attacked by a group of giant weasels! These creatures are truly a menacing sight, with their beady eyes gleaming with cunning intelligence and sharp teeth and claws ready for battle.
I draw my trusty battleaxe and charge towards the first weasel, striking it with full force. It lets out a pitiful yelp as it falls to the ground, defeated. But there are still three more of these creatures to face.
The second weasel lunges at me with its sharp teeth, causing significant damage. I stumble backwards, feeling the effects of its vicious attack. But I refuse to give up! I strike back with my battleaxe, hitting the weasel once again and causing it to suffer further damage.
The third and fourth weasels continue their relentless attacks, but I manage to dodge and strike back, taking them down one by one. However, just as I think I am in the clear, the last remaining weasel lands a devastating blow, and I fall to the ground, defeated.
My journey has come to an end due to my becoming weasal food.