The crow took your eyes. And while you writhed in pain, it took the Barbarian. At least he had made sure the damned beast died with him. The lady knight fell next, an infection of all things being her downfall. While you sat in darkness, the girl had cried, the only noise in the dungeons. It had been days since you last heard the thief, you assumed he had absconded as soon as the group had faltered.
In a strange twist of fate, you found yourself trusting the silent girl. Her small hand in yours the only thing tethering you to reality. She was your eyes in the demented dungeons. You knew not where she led you, not that it mattered. Escaping the dungeons was impossible, you had known that the moment you entered.
Your body ached from the fights you fumbled through, the Girl’s faint and stuttered words your only guidance. Despite the incredible disadvantage, you lay waste to your opponents, whatever they were. Still, it was never ending and you found yourself growing numb. In between rest you whispered spells to her, clumsily showing her what you knew, hoping it was enough for her when you were gone.
Im baaaaaaaaack with another depressing AU idea lol. I want to play through the dungeons as the girl and have to help the original 4. I like the idea that perhaps the birth of the god of fear and hunger could be stopped (or even worse).
