I summoned my pefighs. I summoned my cloak and dagger. “You will die. Freeze, bloodless one. Death is imminent. We almost all die, but you will die sooner. Butterflies of disease, arise. Cleansing of sins, come forth. You are now cancerous. You will forget all with Alzhimers. Suffer the cost of a lifetime. Your luck’s fate is to suffer. Sweet sleep of death, step forth. Rot away, dead body. Bleed to death, bloodless one.”

My bevy of afflictions actually killed the gold-category, but not before every bone in my body broke, so I teleported into the fire.

I was worried about the fire king. The jade-categories had killed the ice king, but there were still the fire king, water king, sky king, lightning king, and the earth king. I had heard of a strange, sinister prophecy about the kings, among other things.