Giyoto held his sword forward, its long blade chipped at several locations. It was soaked through with violet blood, but as much of it poured off its edges, more of Giyoto's blood was pouring from his own body.
His facial features could hardly be seen beneath the curtain of crimson. His once pristine robes were in tatters, his greying hair completely obscured by the organic matting taking place atop his head.
Everything felt so heavy, so terrible.
He was so close to his goals, but if this creature leveled the city, the catacombs would collapse under its weight. The gnomes would be crushed, their forges ruined, and everything would be over.
He had to stand here. He had to cut down this behemoth of a creature.
SKKKKRRREEEEEEEEE!
A tentacle that blotted out the sun appeared high above Giyoto. He looked up and his heart sank to rock bottom. He tried to raise his sword, but his arms just felt so heavy. Everything was so heavy… even his eyelids.
They just wanted to close, to rest…
