Vivia ran through the damp dungeon corridors, breath ragged as goblins shrieked behind him. His boot suddenly caught on a tree root jutting from the cracked floor, sending him crashing to the ground. Pain flared in his leg as he struggled to pull free, panic breaking through his usual confidence. The goblins’ snarls grew louder, their crude blades glinting in the dim light. Gritting his teeth, staff trembling in his hand, Vivia muttered.

“Tch… damn it. So this is it… after all my boasting, all my dreams… I end up dying here, forgotten, eaten alive by goblins.”