You draw your sword and attempt to bull rush him, but trip on the carpet and tumble to the ground. At that moment, however, the ominous figure unleashes a spell that flies where you were standing, and the globe of energy crashes into the other side of the room, exploding violently. The impact ignites a nearby bookshelf, engulfing it in flames. Panicked, the ominous figure begins hastily scanning through the books on a nearby shelf, discarding to the ground those that do not satisfy him while muttering things like “where is that damn water spell” and “I knew I should have organized my books according to their content rather than their colour!”
Standing up, you decide now is your chance to make a quick escape. You notice a ladder standing against a wall that leads to a porthole over and, shrugging, decide to ascend it. Climbing out of the porthole, you are mildly surprised to find yourself in a desert, which stretches for eternity in all directions. Turning back to the porthole, you are alarmed to discover it has disappeared. Dropping to the ground, you begin sifting through the sand for any remnants of your lifeline, but your efforts prove to be in vain. Exhausted, you lie down and stare at the sky, which smiles upon you with deepest azure. You decide to rest for a moment, closing your eyes.
THE END