Azeris cleaved the demon lord’s head from his shoulders, his sword gleaming with black ichor. He was panting, his body damaged and covered in sweat.

“F-Finally.. thou art slain, demon lord.”

and then… he was.. falling.. falling.. he landed in.. a cot? Upon opening his eyes, the hero found himself in an odd looking room. Where was his armor? His trusty blade was nowhere in sight!