Shot Trigger
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Our hero will rescue the civilians from the underworld. Can you help him?
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The air reeks of sulfur and despair as our hero descends into the abyssal depths, jagged obsidian cliffs casting skeletal shadows across rivers of molten anguish. Whispers of forgotten souls coil around his boots with every step through the ashen wastes. Ahead, the crumbling Bridge of Lamentations groans under the weight of its eternal burden, its stone arches crawling with the eyeless wraiths that drain hope from the living. Time curdles here—minutes stretch into eons, breaths become battles. Somewhere beyond the seventh circle, innocent lives flicker in rusted cages suspended over the Maw of Eternity, their terrified whimpers drowned by the shrieks of tormented souls. The Guardian’s three serpentine heads coil around the central spire, each maw dripping venom that corrodes both flesh and courage. Every weapon feels heavier here, every spell weaker, as if the underworld itself gnaws at the edges of reality. But the cries cut deeper than any blade—children trembling, elders murmuring final prayers, warriors broken by horrors no mortal should witness. One path remains: through the Valley of Unseeing where the ground breathes, past the Lake of False Promises where drowned ghosts mimic loved ones’ voices, into the heart of the Architect’s twisted coliseum. Steel your will. Ignite the dormant spark. The underworld feasts on doubt, but bleeds from resolve. They’re waiting. Move.
