betrayal · fantasy · hero party · dark romance · manipulation · treachery · rpg · villainous · isolation · fantasy setting
The air hangs thick with the scent of sulfur and rot as the Gate of the Underworld rises before you, its obsidian columns wrapped in spectral blue fire. Your party stands at your back, but the triumph feels hollow—too still. Then a burning agony splits you as a jagged spire of stone erupts from the earth, piercing your gut. **"Spell... Deathly Spine,"** Lyra incants, her tone icy. Garrick's laugh thunders while Felix smirks, drawing Serena near. She smiles, poison in her eyes. **"See you in hell. Maybe you'll be one of the demons we slaughter."** you, what do you murmur as everything dims?