There was one final battle to fight. Grimbol set his jaw and strode towards the purple light spilling from the doorway. Inside were three loathsome mounds, each containing a baleful yellow eye. The nearest one opened and fixed its gaze on Grimbol, but couldn’t overcome his resolve and the fight was on.
Every character played a part - magic was cast, nearly fatal blows shrugged off and swirling blades hacking at the creatures eventually wore them down. As the last eye closed, the vines began to collapse and there was barely time to grab an item of treasure before the room collapsed into the blackness of the void outside.
The God Skull was dead!
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