I’m going to start by saying that breaking couple ribs is awful. Every time I took a breath there was a sharp pain. It was as if my ribs were like little doors, and every time I would breathe in, it would open a little, and when I exhaled, it slammed shut. I got some bandages I brought with me and wrapped my core up to reduce the amount that my ribs moved. I could have really gone for some healing from Lux.

Because my body was in the middle of mending itself, I decided not to put on my armor right away to reduce the burden. I took out some of my rations and water and ate just enough to stop the pangs of hunger.

I got up and stumbled forward, wheezing as I went along. This area was much different from the last one. There were no weird turns, no dead ends, and nothing waiting to ambush me. I continued until I came across another path that lead downward.

When I reached the end of that path, I came across a four-way intersection. Fun. Once again I picked the wrong path, and it was about an hour before I realized that it was the wrong one. There was no ambush, though. It didn’t sound like there was a single daemon around.

At the end of the path, I decided to take a rest before heading back to the intersection. I leaned up against the wall once again and my vision faded to black.

I got up in a slow manner, trying not to irritate my ribs. Seeing as there was no danger around, I once again walked forward until I came back across the intersection.

It turned out that I ended up taking literally every wrong path before finding the right one. Five days. I walked around for five days without direction. At least over these five days my ribs mostly recovered, however I didn’t want to put too much stress on them just yet. So I kept my armor off for now.

A feeling of relief came across me as soon I found the next entrance. I was so mind numbingly bored from wandering around the labyrinth. Finally something different. As I descended to the next area noticed that there was a single long corridor that led to a big room. I wearily walked to the room, expecting to be assaulted at any time. I reached the next room without a single problem.

In the middle of the room there was a single object the held a baleful aura, as if this weapon had killed more people than I’ve ever seen. It was being held in a pedestal, with about half of its 4 foot long blade stuck into it. There was a bleached white skull where the guard met the grip. The rest of the sword was entirely black, and was shaped abnormally. It was indented on both sides just above the guard, and was slightly curved at the point.

“This is the weapon, boy.” Exidium assured me that this is what I came for. I walked up to it and reached for it, then was repulsed back around 5 feet where I landed on my back. The pain in my ribs flared up a bit as I struggled back to my feet.

I wasn’t ready for what came next. A reaper was walking toward me. It had a black robe on and had the bone hands as well as fleshless skull underneath its hood. I couldn’t move a muscle, I was too scared to. It approached me and then it’s hand phased through my chest without leaving a mark, almost as if it was a ghost. It then grabbed onto my heart and squeezed.