You step backward into a pool of deadly ichor, hopeful that Daggoras will follow you.
Alas, you have forgotten that Daggoras knows your greatest vulnerability:
The God of Chaos is a clever adversary. He notices how you are drawing him closer to the deadly ichor; he merely seizes you by the arms and hurls you into the Weave of Fate!
As you struggle helplessly in the strands of fate, like a fly caught in a web, the God of Chaos begins climbing toward you, raising his blade to strike you down. But he has forgotten that you are swift—perhaps not as swift as you are tough, but certainly swift enough to whisk the blade away from him. You bring it across his chest in a terrible swipe, and he falls to the floor of the chamber, directly into a pool of the hissing ichor!
You carefully descend from the weave, lowering yourself to the floor of the chamber. You look at Daggoras, as he writhes helplessly in the broiling ooze. He is not yet dead and will soon crawl free of the stuff. You doubt he will have the will to continue fighting.
You know what you must do now…