We return now to our hero in the most fearful of all settings: Hell. To those who have already lain witness to the beasts and trials that this brave soul has endured, it saddens me to continue.

Beneath the palace in the deepest dungeon down the longest corridor is a doorway. The door is of steel and brass and emblazoned with indescribably horrific scenes. Here is where our hero stands.

“It has been many moons since I have departed from home in search of your reprisal and it is here, in the pits of Hell itself, that I shall find it.”

Shield and shining sword at the head of his charge, he bursts through with vengeance pounding in his veins. Mad slashing and abhorrent curses expound from him to all whom he could reach. Soon carnage lay at his feet and with a shock, he surveys the room. Her room.

The sight pains him greatly! Across the room stands a shadowy, distorted figure with her lifeless body at his feet. With a flash of anger he swings his blade and the mirror shatters.

And so falls our hero.