Chapter 26 Chapter 20 Suddenly

Dust still filled the vast cavern, making the faint firelight dim and broken.A torch had been crushed by falling boulders, its light extinguished in the blink of an eye. Extinct, like the light in Wulfgar's eyes. When the collapse finally stopped and no large rocks were falling from the roof, Katie barely sat up and looked hastily at the hollow in the rock wall that had become a pile of gravel.She wiped the dust from her eyes, and blinked desperately in the dark environment, but in the end, she still couldn't deny the cruel reality before her eyes. One of the monster's severed tentacles was still curled around the young woman's ankle, and the muscles at the cut site were still twitching.

Looking further ahead, only piles of rocks could be seen, and the unacceptable picture completely overwhelmed Katie.She swayed from side to side, nearly passed out, and the outburst of anger and rejection finally gave her some strength.She tore off the tentacles from her feet and crawled forward on all fours.She tried desperately to stand up, but the severe pain throbbing in her brain kept her from standing upright, and the nausea made her barely able to stay awake. Wulfgar! Katie crawled to the side of the rock pile, pushed aside the still twitching tentacles, and dug through the rubble and rocks with both hands.Soon the girl's skin was covered with many scars, and a fingernail was completely peeled off from the fingertip.How similar the rock pile was to the one that buried Drizzt the first time they crossed Mithril Hall.But it was a dwarf-designed trap, and when the rock at the top of the cave caved in, Drizzt could slide safely down a contraption under the floor to the lower corridor.

It wasn't a designed trap, Katie reminded herself, with no slope to slide down to the lower cavern.A soft voice fell from her lips, like a moan, or a whimper.She continued to push away rock after rock, desperate to find Wulfgar, praying that the fallen rock would leave a gap for the barbarian to survive. At this time, Bruno ran to her, put the ax and shield on the ground, and rushed frantically towards the rock pile.The mighty dwarf moved a few boulders away, but when the edge of the cave-in was cleared, he stopped and just stood there, staring blankly at the pile of rocks. Catti-brie was still digging hard, not noticing her father's furrowed brow.

More than two centuries of mining experience told Bruno that this was a complete cave-in. The child is gone. Katie, who was digging desperately, also began to sob, and her rationality told her that what she had been denying in her heart had become a fact. Bruno put his hand on her arm, stopping her pointless work.When she looked up at him, her look broke the dwarf's mighty heart.Her face was covered with grime, blood was clotted on one cheek, and her long hair was tangled in front and behind her head.But Bruno only saw Katie's eyes, those doe-like eyes, containing the deepest blue, with tears glistening in them.

Bruno shook his head slowly. Katie sat on the ground, bloody hands slumped in her knees, staring straight ahead without blinking.How many times had she and her friends been within striking distance of death?How many times have they escaped the greedy devour of death at the last moment? And death got them, got Wulfgar right here.Now, everything is happening suddenly and without warning. Gone are mighty warriors, leaders of the tribe, men to whom Katie will pledge her life.She, Bruenor, not even the mighty Drizzt Do'Urden could help him, what had happened could not be changed. "He saved me." The young woman murmured.

Bruenor didn't seem to be listening to what she was saying, the dwarf kept wiping the dust from his eyes.In fact, the dust has long been washed away by big drops of tears.Wulfgar was like his own son to Bruenor.A war brought him to Bruno when he was a child.On the surface, he was Bruno's slave, and it was Bruno who taught the lad on a better path in life.Bruenor made Wulfgar a man who could be trusted, an honest man.The day Wulfgar and Catti-brie told the dwarves that they would be married was the happiest day in the father of two's life, happier even than the day he took back Mithril Hall.

Bruno kicked a boulder, and the heavy stone flew aside.Beneath the stone lay the Fang of Aegis. Only the head of the hammer was exposed, and on it was carved the symbol of the dwarf god Dumathoin, keeper of the secrets below the mountain, and the brave dwarf's knees trembled at the sight of it.Bruenor forced a gulp of air into his lungs.It took a long time before he gathered his strength and stretched out his hand to pull the hammer out from under the gravel. This is Bruno's greatest work, the culmination of his blacksmithing skills.He had poured all his love and skill into this hammer, and he had built it for Wulfgar.

Catti-brie's self-supporting body collapsed like the roof of a cave in front of this weapon, and her silent crying was accompanied by violent twitching of her shoulders. In the dim light of the torch covered in dust, the trembling girl appeared so fragile . Seeing his daughter, Bruno found his strength again.He reminded himself that he was the eighth generation king of Mithril Hall, and he was responsible for his own people and his daughter.He inserted the warhammer carefully into the straps of his backpack, put an arm around Katie's shoulders, and helped her to her feet. "There's nothing we can do for this child," Bruno whispered.Katie left him and went back to the rocks, crying and throwing away some small stones.She knew it was useless to do so.Knowing that countless tons of stone were piled on top of Wulfgar, many of which could not be moved at all.But Katie just can't leave the savage, and even with all hope lost, she keeps digging.

Bruno's hand took her forearm tenderly. The girl let out a roar, shook off his hand, and continued to forcefully push the stone away. "No!" Bruenor yelled and grabbed her again, lifting her daughter off the ground in his strong arms and carrying her away from the rocks.He put her heavily on the ground, his thick body between her and the rocks, preventing Katie from going around in front of him. "You can't do that!" he kept yelling at her. "I must try!" she pleaded to the dwarf, seeing that Bruenor would never let her go back to the rock. Bruno was still shaking his head. Seeing the sad tears in the dwarf's black eyes, Katie's clenched fist finally stopped.She fell silent, no longer trying to rush past the stubborn dwarf.

"It's over," Bruno told her. "That child...my child, made his choice. He gave himself up for us, for you and me. Don't fall into stupid pain, don't let yourself go on in danger. It would tarnish his honor." The undeniable truth of Bruenor's words made Katie's body lose all strength, and she did not look at the pile of stones—the Wulfgar's stones.Bruenor took the shield and axe, returned to her, and patted her on the back with his hand. "Say goodbye to him," he told her.Then, he waited quietly for a while before taking Katie away.They took back her bow first, and walked toward the entrance of the cave from which they had come.

Katie stopped beside him, looking at him and the tunnel mouth with an odd look, as if questioning their actions. "Pant and the big cat will find their way." Bruno replied looking at her puzzled eyes, and he misunderstood her doubts. Katie wasn't worried about Guenhwyfer, she knew that as long as she held the enchanted statue, the panther would not be mortally wounded.And she wasn't worried about the missing battle madman either. "What about Drizzt?" she asked. "He should be alive." Bruno replied confidently. "Just now one of those drows asked me where he was. He must be alive, and he escaped from them. Let me see, he left safely." These tunnels have a better chance than the two of us, and now maybe the big cat has come to him." "Maybe he needs us." Katie pushed Bruno's hand away, hung the bow on her shoulders, folded her arms around her chest, her face was full of determination. "Go home, kid." Bruno said sternly, "We don't know where Drizzt is, I just guess, or hope, that he's really alive!" "Are you really going to give up like this?" Katie asked. "Are you really going to risk losing it? We've lost a friend. Maybe two. The killer may have killed Regis. I absolutely Never give up Drizzt, never take this risk." A memory flashed through her mind, making her shudder.That time, she was lost in another plane, Tatterus, and it was Drizzt Do'Urden who braved unspeakable horrors to bring her home. "Do you remember Tatterus?" she said to Bruno, and the dwarf, feeling powerless, blinked and turned his head away. "I won't give up," Katie said again, "I will never take this risk." She looked across to the tunnel entrance, from which the dark elves had evidently left. "I'm not afraid of those bloody dark elves and their monster friends!" Bruenor stood silently for a long time, thinking of Wulfgar, chewing on his daughter's firm words.Drizzt might be nearby, might have been wounded, might have been recaptured.If Bruenor was lost below and Drizzt came here, the dwarf had no doubt what choice Drizzt would make. He took another look at Katie, and at the pile of stones behind her.He had just lost Wulfgar, how could he risk losing Katie again? Bruno looked Katie more closely, and he saw the fire in her eyes. "This is my child," said the dwarf quietly. Gathering the remaining torches, they left the cavern through the opposite tunnel, and went deeper into the tunnels to find their lost friends. ※※※※ Creatures not raised in the black world of the Underdark hardly notice the faint gradients of darkness here, nor can they smell the fresh air brought by a breeze.For Drizzt, this change seemed as clear as a slap in the face, he clamped Regis beside him, and increased his forward speed. "What's the matter?" the frightened halfling asked hastily, as if Artemis Entreri was about to spring from the shadows around them and swallow him. They passed through a wide but low tunnel that sloped slightly upwards.Drizzt hesitated, his gut told him he had just walked through the right tunnel.But he ignored the feeling and walked on, hoping that they would easily find the opening to the outside world and get some fresh air sooner rather than later. There they were, they turned a corner and felt the cold wind blowing against them.They saw mountains soaring into the clouds... and stars twinkling! Drizzt also felt a burst of joy and comfort when he heard Halfling's sigh of satisfaction.They walked out of the tunnel, facing the infinitely stretching huge mountains in the distance, and the infinitely beautiful ground world under the starlight, all of which made them feel as if they were in a dream after leaving the starless night in the dark region.The breeze passing by seems to be full of vitality. They were standing on a narrow ledge with a thousand-foot cliff behind them.They were two-thirds of the way up the cliff, and a narrow path across the ledge rose to the right and dropped to the left.But the slope of the road was so slight that it seemed they could neither reach the top nor descend to the bottom of the cliff. Drizzt stood there thinking for a long time, he could easily climb several hundred feet down to the ground; it shouldn't take much effort to climb up.But he didn't think he could do it with Regis.And he didn't want to go into such a completely unknown wilderness.In that case, he didn't know how long it would take to return to Mithril Hall. And his friend was not far away, probably already in trouble. "Bomin Valley is just ahead," Regis reminded him hopefully, pointing to the northwest. "Maybe we're only a few miles away." Drizzt nodded, "We can only go back." Although Regis was clearly unhappy with the offer, he didn't argue.he understands.With his current physical condition, they couldn't walk down this cliff. "Good job." Entreri's voice came from around the corner, and the black outline of the killer's body came into view.The gems on the dagger at his waist shone like his hot eyes. "I knew you would come here," he said to Drizzt. "I knew you would feel the fresh air here, and search for its source." "Are you complimenting me, or yourself?" the drow ranger asked. "Both!" Entreri answered with a hearty laugh.But the white teeth soon disappeared, replaced by a cold face.He walked over to Drizzt, "Go back fifty paces. You'll find the access to the upper floor. There you'll find your friend, or rather, your friend's dead body .” Drizzt was unaffected by this provocation, and he didn't let his rage command him to charge forward. "But you can't get there, can you?" Entreri sneered slightly. "Alone you can throw me off, you can avoid the fight I want, but you take a wounded companion, think about it, Drizzt Do'Urden. Or you'll leave the halfling, Run away alone?" Drizzt didn't answer. "I would have left him." Entreri gave Regis a cold look, and the halfling whimpered oddly, curling up in Drizzt's arm. Drizzt tried not to think about the mean thing Entreri had done to Regis. "You're not going to leave him," Entreri continued. "We've established a completely different concept long ago. What you call strength, I call weakness." He was nowhere near Drizzt. After a dozen or so steps, the rapier flew out of the scabbard with a metallic whistling sound.A turquoise halo burst out. "This is our business and our destiny. Do you still like the battlefield I prepared? The only way out of here is behind me. I'm glad that you can't escape, you can only complete the ending of this game." He looked out of the cliff Looking around, "the loser falls," he smiled even more cheerfully, "a battle without a draw." Drizzt couldn't deny the emotion that held him, it made his chest and eyes glow white.He couldn't deny that, in some hidden corner of his heart and soul, he longed for the challenge.He wanted to prove Entreri wrong, to prove that the killer was worthless.However, if Drizzt Do'Urden had had other choices, the battle would never have begun.He understands his desire and fully accepts it, but it doesn't lead him into a deadly fight.Now, with Regis lying helpless behind him, above his friends dealing with the dark elves, he must accept the challenge. He felt the hardness of the metal handle in his hand, his eyes had returned to normal vision, and the flash erupted with angry blue flames. Entreri stopped, sword in one hand, dagger in the other, and motioned Drizzt forward. For the third time in one day, the flash slammed into the killer's rapier.This was the third time, and according to what Drizzt and Entreri knew, it would also be the last. They fought at a brisk pace, both opponents measuring the eerie arena with their feet.The ledge was nearly ten feet at its widest point, narrowing rapidly behind both Drizzt and Entreri. A backhand slash of the rapier started Entreri's charge, followed by a thrust of the dagger. With two crisp metallic sounds, Drizzt thrust a scimitar between Entreri's blades, and the rapier withdrew in the blink of an eye, Drizzt's attack was blocked. They weaved around each other, Drizzt on the side closer to the cliff, and the Killer on the outer edge of the ledge.Entreri leaned forward and swept, and unexpectedly, the dagger led the attack this time. Drizzt jumped out of the range of the short blade, and both blades slashed at the assassin's bowed head at the same time; Entreri's rapier swung the blades left and right, and took advantage of the momentum.Forced to retreat Drizzt, took the opportunity to restore his body balance. "It won't be a battle that's going to end anytime soon," Entreri asserted with a wicked smile, as if to refute his own prophecy.He lunged forward, his long sword thrusting swiftly. Drizzt's hands turned into phantoms, and the scimitar knocked on the sharply angled blade one after another, keeping his back against the rock wall. Drizzt wholeheartedly agreed with Killer's assessment that, whoever ultimately emerged victorious, this wasn't going to be a quick end to the fight.They fight for tens of minutes, maybe an hour.How will it end?What will happen in the next second?Will Vierna and her troops suddenly show up to bring the battle to an early end? At that time, would Drizzt and Regis have completely lost hope?Perhaps their only option was to take another step out and drop a few hundred feet below. The killer attacked again, Drizzt's swords once again formed a perfectly balanced defense, and Entreri couldn't get close to him. Entreri spun around quickly, imitating Drizzt's fast attack during their previous two encounters, only instead of slashing forward, the sword and dagger stabbed in the opposite direction, forcing Drizzt to the stone ledge for a more severe attack. within a narrow area. Drizzt was quite surprised that this killer could completely learn such a difficult ultimate move after only two observations.But this is an attack method created by Drizzt himself, and he naturally knows how to counter it. The dark elf is also as fast as the wind, with the two knives flowing up and down, and the four sharp blades colliding alternately, sparking endless sparks in the quiet night.The long roar of metal resounded through the peaks at the bottom of the valley, and blue lightning interspersed in the turquoise storm. The assassin's rotation suddenly reversed, and Drizzt stood still, blocking the sword and dagger that was coming at him vigorously. Drizzt turned against Entreri again, and when Entreri turned again, the drow had already anticipated the enemy's movements.In fact, he had already changed the steering one step ahead. Regis could only watch all this in horror.Not daring to move.Perhaps all the nocturnal creatures in this place have been absorbed by this scene, and there are no words to describe this strange dance.Flashes of light and killer blades intertwined in dazzling splendor, Drizzt's eyes were like swirling purple lightning, and Entreri's were like burning meteors.The sound of the magic soldiers sounded like a melody flowing, against the backdrop of this dance of death, on the contrary, there was a strange beauty of harmony between the two opposing parties. They stopped at the same time, within reach of each other.They all knew that this killing dance would continue without end, and neither side could gain the slightest advantage.The two opponents are fixed in place, like two peaks facing each other. Entreri laughed heartily, the moment comforting him.This game may continue until dawn, or it may never end. Drizzt couldn't get any humor out of it, the longing he'd felt when the fight had begun had long since faded away, leaving only a heavy sense of responsibility—for Regis, for his friends trapped in the tunnel. The killer swooped down powerfully, stabbing continuously with the rapier from bottom to top, biting Drizzt's defense from all angles. Then Entreri turned to the defense, the sword glow retracted, but the dagger pierced out of the swirling blue light like a fang.Seeing that this raid had broken through Drow's defense, a smile jumped to the corner of the killer's mouth. The tip of the dagger entered less than an inch in front of Drizzt, and was neatly blocked by the shining hilt, and was fixed on the hilt.The killer's facial muscles were distorted due to excessive tension, and he desperately wanted to push the tip of the dagger to complete this one-inch breakthrough.In the end, he had to admit the helpless reality. Drizzt's expression remained icy, and the dagger did not move an inch. Drow twisted his wrist, and the two weapons swung far away at the same time.Entreri took a wise step back, breaking the grip on the hilt, and then stood still, looking for another chance. "I almost killed you already," he sneered, hiding the impulse to frown his brows.Drizzt didn't respond, neither spoke nor moved, his taut black body didn't move. A scimitar cut across, and the ear-piercing sound of the wind made Entreri quickly focus on his right wrist, and put his sword on the path of the scimitar. The sudden voice disturbed Drizzt, telling him that Vierna might be nearby.Horrible scenes appeared in his mind, friends may be captured, or died.Thinking of Wulfgar, he felt a sudden prick in his heart for no reason.He stared at Entreri.Remind yourself that this man is one of the things that started it all, that he tricked himself into this tunnel that separated him from his friends. Now.Drizzt couldn't protect them anymore. The two scimitars slashed left and right, and the sound of the blades vibrating repeatedly recalled his thoughts back to the battle in front of him, and the heart of a warrior was lifted up in his chest again. Every attack, every block is perfected.But neither Drizzt nor Entreri took a look at their hands and blade, their eyes locked together, locked in another mental battle.The scimitar grazed the top of Entreri's head, and the blade cut Drizzt's eyelashes, but neither eye blinked. Drizzt felt that his speed was increasing, and the transition between offense and defense became more and more frequent.And Entreri was also following his rhythm, expending his physical strength at an accelerated rate. The movements of their bodies began to seem as unreal as their hands and weapons.Entreri lowered his shoulders and drew his sword, and Drizzt turned and leaped away, sweeping the blade across his back.Block the rapier. The image of Bruenor and Kitty falling into Vierna's hands tormented the Ranger, while Wulfgar was dying, or mortally wounded, in his imagination, a drow sword thrust into the barbarian's throat; The savage seemed to be lying on the funeral pyre again, and Drizzt couldn't understand the meaning of this horrible scene, and couldn't get it out of his mind.So Drizzt fully accepted these imaginations, let these troubled thoughts keep him alert, and turned his worries about his friends into passion for fighting.He told himself that this was the difference between him and this killer, it was this kind of mood that made his mind clear and his movements precise and perfect. And Entreri's way of fighting was never to think beyond the enemy, never to lose control. With a slight growl Drizzt's lips parted, his purple eyes boiled in the starlight, and he seemed to hear Katie's cry of pain. He rushed towards Entreri frantically. The killer looked at him with a smile, and swung his sword and dagger rapidly, blocking the double knives. "Controlled by anger?" he scolded the dark elf, "lost mind?" Entreri didn't understand that this was where Drizzt's strength lay. The flash struck and was blocked by the long-prepared rapier, but this time the killer didn't seem easy.Drizzt continued to slash violently, hoping to break through the killer's rapier defense, which was gradually losing its stability.His other scimitar came in from the other side with the same fury, but Entreri parried it with the dagger. Drizzt's excitement and madness forced Entreri to retreat continuously, with ten slashes and twenty slashes, the sound of metallic vibrations joined together. Entreri let out a laugh, but his expression betrayed his disguise.He hadn't expected that Drizzt would be so bold in the face of such a powerful attack. If his sword and dagger were idle for a moment, the drow would surely die. But Entreri just couldn't find the moment to spare, and the fury pushed Drizzt straight up, making his steps impossibly quick and his mind utterly focused.No matter what hell it is, his friends need him to win.The offensive continued, and the terrifying roar and the hissing of the blade made Regis tightly cover his ears, but the halfling who had already become a frightened bird still couldn't take his eyes off the fierce battle.Too many times, Regis thought they were bound to fall off a cliff, or that one of them had been pierced through with a sword.But this battle has never stopped, every attack has failed, and every defense has worked even at the last moment. The flash hit the rapier, Drizzt's attack from the other side went unchallenged, and the thrusting blade forced Entreri back a step. Dagger-wielding left hand shot out, and Entreri let out a roar of triumph. The flash fell from a high position with a speed beyond the killer's imagination, and cut Drizzt's forearm the moment before the dagger pierced into Drizzt's chest.The scimitar flew back, and the rapier flicked away. Entreri, aware of his disadvantaged situation, did not retreat but advanced, closing in on Drizzt. The killer's sudden lunge saved his life, and Drizzt was unable to turn the blade to kill him, but the drow smashed the hilt into his face, sending the foe staggering back. The dark elf pursued him, his scimitar full of murderous intent, and drove Entreri within an inch of the edge of the ledge.The killer tried his best to turn to the right, but a machete knocked away the defensive rapier.Another machete followed.The killer knew that his injured dagger could not respond in time, so he retreated to the left, and Drizzt was still standing in front of him.Entreri held his ground, desperately fending off the ranger's attacks, searching for a way to force the enemy back. Drizzt's breathing became more and more rapid, and his frantic footsteps gradually lost their rhythm.There was an unforgiving gleam in his eyes, both to Entreri and to himself, his friends were dying and he couldn't protect them! Anger involved so much of his mind that he hardly noticed the attacking dagger.At the last moment, he jumped to the side, but there was still a three-inch gash on his cheekbone.To make matters worse, Drizzt's attacking rhythm was disrupted, his overused arms were already sore, and his smooth movements were beginning to deform. The killer screamed and stabbed straight with his sword, almost killing Drizzt.The ranger was forced to back and dodge, and by the time he regained his balance, the rock wall had turned in front of him, and the mountain wind was whistling behind him. "I'm the stronger!" Entreri's subsequent attack all but confirmed his cry.The sword swept the dagger, and Drizzt's heel soon missed the stone platform. Drizzt's strength was restrained, stirring the magic that flowed through his veins - he produced a cloud of darkness. Drizzt rolled aside and walked a few feet along the edge of the ledge under the cover of the dark ward. Miraculously, Entreri was still standing before him, the grin on his face menacing and sinister. "I know your tricks, drow," said the skilled assassin. Drizzt Do'Urden even wanted to give up, as long as he fell back, the mountain would accommodate him with a broad heart.But it was only a moment of cowardice, there was one thing that sustained Drizzt's indomitable soul, pouring strength into his weary arms. But that was what Entreri wanted too. Drizzt's sole slipped suddenly, and he had to hold on to the stone platform, Flash flew out of his hand, fell down the cliff, and made a series of sounds of hitting the stone wall. Entreri swung his sword down, but was blocked by Drizzt's remaining scimitar.The killer roared and jumped back, and immediately charged with all his strength. Entreri knew that Drizzt could not stop his charge, and his eyes widened as if he had seen the final victory.Drow's distorted body angle made it impossible for him to form a defense in time with his only scimitar. Drizzt couldn't stop him! Drizzt didn't stop him, he stooped calmly, dodging the stabbing blade in the blink of an eye.Then the ranger landed on Entreri's front ankle with one foot, and the other hooked around the hollow of his knee. It wasn't until this moment that Entreri realized that the drow had slipped and dropped the scimitar.It was all a ruse; and it was only now that Artemis Entreri understood that it was his desire to kill that had beaten him. Although it was difficult to control the body that fell to the edge of the stone platform, he still tensed every muscle in his body, and thrust out the rapier with all his strength.The blade pierced Drizzt's foot, and his other hand dropped the dagger.Caught drow's impaled boot. Drizzt, who was still lying on the edge of the stone platform, had nothing to rely on, and was pulled off the stone platform.Drow's body kept colliding with the protruding rocks, and the severe pain from his feet was quickly overwhelmed by the pain from the stone tooth rock horns hitting his body. Drizzt gripped the remaining scimitar tightly, thrusting the hilt into a crevice in the rock.The other hand also grasped a protruding stone. He stopped falling, and Entreri hung below him.The cliff in front of the killer sloped inwards, preventing him from clinging to anything.Drizzt felt like his soul would be torn from the wound in his foot.He glanced down.Entreri was flailing wildly with one hand, while the other was desperately grasping the hilt of the sword, turning a murder weapon into a life-saving straw. The blade slipped a few inches from his foot, and Drizzt, disfigured in pain, opened his mouth.He couldn't breathe out again, and almost passed out. "No!" he heard Entreri yell, and the killer dared not move now.He was clearly aware of his precarious situation. Drizzt looked down again, there was still at least two hundred feet away from here to the ground. "You are not winning!" Entreri cried in despair. "This is not what this battle is about, and you will be disgraced for it." Katie came back to Drizzt's mind, and the strange feeling that Wulfgar had left him. "You didn't win!" Entreri hissed. Drizzt let the flames in his purple eyes tell the killer his decision. He clenched his fingers, clenched his teeth, and slowly turned his feet, feeling every ounce of pain as the slender blade pulled away from his flesh. Entreri scratched and kicked desperately, almost grabbing Drizzt again with his free hand, but the point of the sword had left the drow's boot. The killer somersaulted and fell into the gloomy night, his screams mixed with the mountain wind, making him look extremely sad.