As I dangled from the lopsided bridge, soon to fall apart entirely, luck chose the worst time to leave my side. As there was only one end still supporting the weight of the bridge now, wooden planks began falling apart as the rope railings went loose. I struggled to climb up, but for every plank I climbed, it seemed the one below me fell. At this rate, I wasn't going to make it.
Somehow, this was reminiscent to me. A similar situation had happened to me once before—during the investigation of the Grey Scourge, I had fallen into the abyss below after the bridge fell apart. This time, though, there would be no Princess of Death waiting for me down there. There would only be a painful, burning Death itself, accompanied by Fire.
