>>5706026>>5706028>>5706032>>5706052>>5706072>>5706081>>5706094>>5706412>Try to muster up the strength to attack him physically (though, you’re not quite a prime example of physicality yourself).>Flee!You feel your face blanche. You need to get out now or you’re going to die.
You manage–with what little air you can draw from the musk of the dungeon around you–to fling your head up into the devil’s cuirass. Your scalp meets metal with a solid clang (in no small part thanks to your sheer density) and sends an ugly resonance down about the baron’s armor. The sudden force knocks the suit back a pace and gives you some room to breathe.
You take advantage of the shock to lunge for his gauntlet–clumsily, you just barely manage to wrench your CENSER WAND from his iron grip. You go for your DYADIC WAND just as well, but a claw from his left grabs you by the scruff of your hood.
“Disappointing.” The baron presses his wand into your chest, a cacophonous order from the throng of monsters inside. “Disintegrate.”
You wrench your hood free from the baron’s grip with a loud tear (another terrible loss for your favorite outfit) as green light courses from your wand and sends your heart cold. You only just manage to squirm from his grip with that chance, arms thrashing and legs kicking as you break into a sprint down the hall.
“Oh? You’re running now? I thought you wanted to play adventurer.” The demon lord’s voice echoes from behind you. You move more on adrenaline than thought as you tear down the corridor. You’ve no clue anymore what this thing even is–you just know you need to get out of here.
You come to the end of the hall soon enough–down one corridor, you can hear some kind of rattling, thumping noise, and down the other you can hear the crackle of fire and catch a few whiffs of smoke.
>Follow the scent of fire.>Follow the sound of thumping.>Write-In. 