Another part of Dis destroyed, we stood around looking in the white hallway. I looked down.... I sensed it. Straight below! I stomped the floor and knocked it out from under us. Me and Shennu both fell into a horrible room surrounded by bars like a jail. Chains on which hooks and blades, barbed wire and clamps hung were swinging from the ceiling. We saw a chair in the middle of the room, from which so much blood dripped that it had spread across all of KILLALL's dungeon. This was the collective blood of almost every single victim of his brought here, over almost one thousand years of his reign... This room was symbolic of his office.
...
[KILLALL] "The thing is, about the act of the Kill, it has been here far longer than any of us. Preeminent. Primordial even. There, grandfather! Ancestor!"
[USULTU] "THE KILL IS MADE HOWEVER. EYES HAVE BEEN GOUGED OUT, ROCKS HAVE SMASHED BRAINS INTO OOZING OFFAL FOR AS LONG AS FLESH HAS BEEN."
[KILLALL] "Before even the dawn of the monkey."
[USULTU] "NO MATTER WHICH WORLD. THE KILL WAITS FOR YOU PATIENTLY. YOU? WHO IS YOU? IT DOES NOT CARE."
[KILLALL] "How vexing. A master would confirm, and you know only one master! He has confided in me. I see what he wanted me to glimpse in that revelation. But why? What did he have among his ulterior motives? To show me?"
[USULTU] "PERHAPS HE IS MERELY MOVING PIECES ON HIS BOARD, EVEN AFTER THE DAWN OF THE MONKEY."
[KILLALL] "But I don't want to be a piece. I am so much more than that. Was he only confirming in me that Tov-Wa-Ra was invented too? Such is the mystery of privation... that I came to one answer. The proof. I finally found it. It was what I wanted to hear.... THAT IS THE FACE OF THE WORLD!"
He...
He's delusional.
...
[ENEMY TURN]
An Aquamarine bomb rolled near my feet and exploded! I took the brunt force of Death radiating outwards! (HP dropped to 1!)
[Nefarious Deeds] - KILLALL laughed madly as he loaded a trinket and then ran off somewhere else in the dungeon...
[Wicked Plots] - Usultu grunted. I felt something long and pointed, like a... a massive sword, lift into the air, somewhere else...
[Residual Pain] - I felt immense pain in this room. The suffering of generations took place here... something tells me that, attacks won't suffice on this specific work of KILLALL. Then... what do I do?
[YOUR TURN]
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TRUTHS READY.
Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
INVENTORY/SKILLS:
https://pastebin.com/raw/wEy8RHiU<What will you do?>