Trying to finish off the natives with blowguns using only bare hands turned out to be much more difficult than fighting those with spears. The little men shot poisoned darts at them, and at some point, Aurelius realized that he could no longer hit the enemy or dodge their attacks. The wooden creature, due to its clumsiness, fell first, but managed to tear two enemies to pieces, including Gotham. The rest died from the poison. At the end of the battle, only Aurelius and that cowardly knight were still standing. Behind them was the natives' city, and ahead lay the unknown. Aurelius could also pay attention to a strange stone structure, an altar to some god.
-Let's search the altar, maybe there's something here that can help us. And yes, what's your name, kid?
Where do we end up when we save the world?