korax's large frame comes crashing down
to the ground - the loud, heavy thud of 
his now lifeless corpse hitting the 
cold stone echoes throughout the void.

or at least it seemed like him, you
think. korax was killed years ago. by
you. was this apparition really him, a
memory of the past, waiting to be made
flesh again, or the memories of his
followers and his champion, made
manifest by the whims of chaos?

you try not to think about it.

a swirling portal of crimson fire
appears - the only apparent exit from
this empty world. seeing no other 
alternatives, you grit your teeth and
hurl yourself through it.
