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You are horrified to discover that you have insufficient strength left in your battle-weary limbs to be able to lift this heavy axe.

Without warning, and with devastating speed and ruthlessness, a host of monstrous creatures bursts forth from the smoky walls of the inner sanctum and descends on you from all sides. You fight bravely but your resistance is ultimately to no avail; you are captured, disarmed, blinded, and hurled from the battlements of Dazganon out onto the Plain of Despair, where you are attacked by thousands of vengeful spirits, many of whom were slain by your hand. Your physical death is swift, but tragically your spirit is doomed to spend the rest of eternity running endlessly with the host of lost souls upon the Plain of Despair.

Tragically, your life and your quest end here.