Box of the Desperate Dead

First Battle, Giant Imp

I don't remember exactly what day it was now, but my lonely and fearful travels started on the day I found myself witnessing a truly peculiar sight in midst of a strange darkness. It was a cold and rainy winter day. Dark clouds scattering across the sky seemed to beckon me towards the nearest inn. I yearned for the warmth of a tavern fire.

The darkness from the heavens slammed against the earth, where a giant Imp appeared, bellowing in rage. Seeming to have lost any form of reason, it was destroying everything in its vicinity. I locked my eyes with the giant Imp's, which then started charging towards me. I barely dodged the first attack, and not knowing why or how, I battled with this unexpected foe.

The cretin leaped to extraordinary heights then landed belly-first on the ground, seeking to crush me with one attack. A risky move, since after dodging this I could see it was exposed for my attacks. The battle prolonged and we had both reached the limits of our stamina. I tried to keep my composure, but under the heavy downpour of the rain, I began hearing strange noises...

Misplaced Trust, Muskan NPC Knowledge

After the experience of that peculiar day, I continued to see rifts encumbered in darkness. Dark Rifts, I shall call them. I even heard chilling voices that seem to call me to them. I reminded myself that I had nothing left to lose in my life, and it couldn't get any worse.

This time, I faced off against a monstrosity of a man from the darkness who had a helmet hiding his face and a thorn-riddled weapon requiring both hands. Contrary to his bulky figure, he was quite agile. His fast punches and connecting leap attacks looked like they could break multiple bones upon impact.

Thankfully, I figured out that evading his leap attacks was the key to landing blows of my own! Was I learning from my past experiences?