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Humanities weakness.

You roll desperately to the side as the beast’s jagged, bone-tipped arm slams into the rocky ground with terrifying force. A sickening crunch fills the air as pain erupts through your body—you barely register the horror as you realize your arm has been caught in the strike, ripped clean from your shoulder. A bloodcurdling scream escapes your lips, but there’s no time to dwell on the agony. The beast yanks its arm free from the stone, turning its glowing, predatory eyes toward you before charging forward, eager to finish what it started.

With no other option, you push past the pain and roll off the edge, plummeting into the abyss below. Wind rushes past you, your vision blurring as the jagged rocks below race toward you. Desperately, you twist your body midair, aiming for a higher, flatter surface in the hopes of surviving the fall.

The impact is brutal. You land hard on your back, a sickening snap echoing through the cavern as your spine shatters in two. A silent scream catches in your throat—your body refuses to move. The paralysis sets in instantly, leaving you helpless. Blood pours freely from your missing arm, soaking the cold stone beneath you. Your breathing grows shallow, your vision dimming as consciousness slips away.

Minutes pass. The pain dulls into a distant numbness as the life drains from your body. After thirty agonizing minutes of helplessness, the darkness finally takes you. You never wake up again.
End Of Story