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Amnesia. Part 2.
...Wow! What is that walking boulder? Can't they find someone... at least a little more appealing for testing?! And what side should I attack it from?
I tried to go around the THING and get behind it; luckily, the cage was spacious. Once I was behind it, I realized it was its side. Or not? It's unclear...
Anyway, it lunged at me... or rolled?... rather sluggishly, but I managed to figure out where its "front" was. I ran and started jumping around this... whatever it is, trying to find its least protected spot. While I was figuring it out, IT reared up and slammed down on the ground with force!
Damn it!
I don't know how it did it, but I was thrown back pretty far... The wall is approaching...
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...A real Ent! Wow! Wait, where did it come from? Hey, we're not here anymore! And who are we? And, actually, who am I? And where's my knife? Did I even have a knife? Ugh... my head is splitting! That walking rock really got to me! Uh... walking who??? My thoughts are all jumbled...
I'm falling back into amnesia.
In front of you is the sea! You're lying on the sand... but what is this burning sensation in your throat from the fresh sea air... your body rejects it... You're drawn to the water... there's a fire inside... you continue to gasp for air, even though no one is choking you anymore... A sea wave is approaching you... it's getting closer... it's getting bigger... it carries salvation... but why is it approaching so slowly?! Your lungs are burning with a real fire... You realize that you are a fish lying on the shore of the ocean, and only THIS WAVE can save you from death... but why is it moving so agonizingly slowly?
After what seems like an eternity, the wave crashes over you, and you feel its sweet, slightly salty taste...
You're standing on a rock of a small, rocky island in the middle of the ocean, and you spit out the suddenly disgusting salty seawater!
Waves are crashing against the solitary rocks. The island is very small. On the other end of it (about five steps away from you) stands a Death Herald. A torrent of thoughts rushes into your head. You clearly remember everything down to the smallest detail... In your left hand, you hold the same sword that glows with a deathly green-blue light, the one you found in the Necropolis. You realize that in front of you is the soul (apparently, Death Heralds have one) of the Death Herald you killed with that strange sword. You somehow know that you must defeat it now, no matter what, otherwise... it will take over your body, and your soul will be in eternal slavery to Death.
The scythe of death barely swayed in your direction, and the empty, bony hand glowed a little brighter, but the Death Herald didn't move... It just looked at you with its empty... terrifying eye sockets.
- You're rushing too much. Just like all people. There's a druid in the village; he'll help your friends. - A few minutes later, you arrived at the village. The villagers, seeing the Ent, cried out with joy.
- Kora! Kora has come! We haven't seen you in a long time! And who is this with you?
Meanwhile, the elf's left arm was completely turning blue, and the wound on his side was not only not healing but was also getting bigger... strange, festering sores appeared on its surface, and the skin around it turned gray, which were signs of a curse... It seems the vampire sword was enchanted with death, and if you don't hurry, everything could end very tragically. Usually, people die from such curses within a couple of minutes... This strange elf, however, has already been holding on for several hours (at least his pulse is still there), but how long can he hold out?