The warlord is slain, but the demons keep attacking and I keep fighting for what feels like days. Time down here is difficult to measure and the constant stress and exertion wears away at me. I continue on even as exhaustion settles in, carving a bloody path through the ranks of demons hell-bent on my destruction.

Eventually, there's nothing left but blood and dismembered corpses surrounding me as far as I can see. I know I can't keep fighting like this, so I head higher into the mountains to find shelter and a vantage point to watch for more enemies...