You reach 10% you fight harder
9% you run to cover
8% you access your inventory
Where is it?
You reach for the red item your life,
But the dragon delivers the final blow.
You hear laughing.
The darkscore breath overtakes you.
Darkness surrounds you like the waves of a tsunami

You wake,
weapons and armor gone.
I died, I failed.
You get up in shame
This game a trap you’ve been stuck in for weeks.
You’ve fought so hard
Why?
To reach the dragon, just to die?
No.

You fought trolls, ogres, goblins, and orcs.
You’ve defeated them all, and he’s next.
You go to the forge, make substitute armor.
Death will not have me again.
You forge a Bastard sword.
Death will not get my soul to play with again.
You go to Frostmore Cave
The decaying body still lies there.
You retrieve your gear
Your Hellfire armor
Your Leviathan Sword,
almost ready.
Now you Hotbar your potions.
Equip your armor
draw your sword.
The dragon approaches,

100% this time.
Death shall take you, Dracul.