And then you felt a chill in your soul... The spectral hand of the undead touched your right shoulder, and it went numb... as did the rest of your body... the silver sword, a gift from the elf, clattered to the ground... The undead began to drain the life from your body...
But the sword in your left hand, which lay nearby, did not fall... Your left hand filled with heat, and the sword, against your will, struck back to the right, piercing the undead's cloak. A blue, searingly cold glow from the sword illuminated the messenger for a moment, and... the spectral light under the cloak went out.
You fell unconscious.

- This definitely isn't a good sign, I thought as I fell unconscious...
...A long journey underground led me to a spacious cave. Although, it wasn't even a cave, but a majestic, yet terrifying and mysterious hall. It stretched for hundreds of steps in width and length, and it seemed as if there was no ceiling; rows of massive columns disappeared into the black void... If you look up, you'll get dizzy, I decided, and headed straight across the hall. It was dark all around, although it was quite diffused. The warm air between the columns seemed to glow, and flames danced on the blade of my knife. I reached the middle of the hall, and suddenly everything changed; the darkness suddenly thickened around me and rushed at my face, binding me with a deathly chill. I was falling into a black abyss...