All my companions and all my enemies lay slain. Battered, sliced, broken and maimed bodies littered the cobblestones behind me as I stood before the last door at the end of the hallway.
Checking for traps I disarmed the dart shooter in the recessed door jam. I thought I was being quiet about it but still, I awakened something in the room.
“Do not enter.” A voice proclamed from within, “Heed this warning! Go elsewhere.”
I would have one last fight after all.
I stepped back and kicked the door open. No subtlety necessary, the enemy knew I was there.
Primed for combat, dagger at the ready, I stepped forward, then stopped. There was no enemy, only a sword floating inside a light and spinning slowly. The legend was true. The Sword of Immortality was here right before my eyes.
But then the scene changed and I could see my body standing in the door. I had been sucked somehow into the sword.
“Thanks for freeing me,” he said. “You did want to live forever, right?”
He laughed as he closed the door behind him.