10 minutes ago-
A blackish green portal formed in the smithy, ejecting a young man with a spear on his back. The man picked himself up from the ground and he blinked, getting a clear look at his surroundings.
"I am out?" He whispered, unable to believe his eyes. As realization dawned on him, he cursed, "Dang! I died from that disgusting vomit attack?"
Zorkan shuddered remembering the last moments before his death.
Sticky and stinky green vomit had crushed his body with the force of water falling down from a mountaintop. Hundreds of bone shards in the vomit, cut deep into his skin and lodged up inside his body.
With every passing moment, he felt like thousands of Fire ants had been let loose in his wounds, crawling and biting under his skin. Before he knew it, he had died and was ejected from the dungeon.
The attack that killed him was so painful and revolting at the same time that he dry heaved from just thinking about it!
