You turn over to your favorite temptress to have the accuracy of your choice confirmed. Then, at your great astonishment, at the very place where she was just five seconds ago stands an agitated twisted gnome.

He motions you to go with him. You follow in his footsteps and a few steps and doors later you arrive in a space submerged with such darkness that you can not see its limits.
A vulture passes above your head and rips the darkness apart with a shrill call ; the sound fades away in the immensity. Thick clouds are carrying a dreadful smell of dead bodies.

" You are in warriors' paradise. Strike accurately and dodge swiftly. "

Here upon this broad advice the wobbly dwarf runs away from you and vanishes into the empty space.

Then in a split second and from everywhere, fully armed warriors appear. Shiny armours and sparkling blades light up the darkness with a wan gleam.
They rush at each other. And now the sword feels so light. You swoop down into the scramble.

Metals knock together like thunder. Scraps of tunics twirl around like flames.

Bent on one heel, swooping down with all your weight on your enemies, you come within the metal crash.
And, like invincible you cut into armours and flesh, you split skulls apart.

No weakness or fatigue holds you back. On the contrary fear unchains your aggressiveness. And with your tensed muscles you hold up the heavy Claymore and you crash it down to break blades, breastplates and bones. You avoid strokes as if dodging was no secret to you.

The blood covering your forearms revive the ferocious atavism in you, which was asleep, ambushed from the beginning of times.

You experience true power. It feels good... really good.

Mutilated bodies pile up beneath your feet. The last exhausted attackers pull out feeble blows from their remaining strength. Blood drips in thin trickles along your legs. You cut your enemies like butter.

Soon you victoriously stand on a mountain of corpses. Alone at last... You have killed them all.

You then notice that you have perspired and that a few slashes mix blood with the sweat.
On the ground you find a red wax seal.