Legend

"Pathetic weakling! The Dark One has no use for the likes of you and neither do I! Prepare for a painful death!" Reginald shouts and an arc of flame shoots from his finger tips hitting you in the face.

You crash to the floor where upon your "fellow brethren" hold you down while Reginald casts a curse which causes your blood to boil and your heart to explode. This pain is nothing compared to the kind you encounter in the afterlife however.

Your adventure ends here.