"Fuck, why'd I have to be put out on a mission with you, do you even have magic?" Anor sighs, walking through a dark forest with CC.
It's murky and misty, the air is thick and smells toxic, the green hue to the fog gives off a ominous feel.
"No, I have magic but Grim sealed it... BUT I HAVE THIS SWORD!" CC shows off his sword. He pulls a broadsword from his palm, it has a fancy design with a hilt of bone-like material, the blade sharp enough to cut through thousands of bodies, "Grim said because I'm deathtouched, the sword is boosted in power and can destroy souls scaling off how strong my own soul is. We called the sword Soul blade."
Anor looks at the sword, completely unimpressed, and with a deep sigh mutters, "I guess I've got to do most of the heavy lifting this mission."
CC looks down for a second before interrupting Anor. "Well, I do have a secret weapon. AND I can heal you if you're hurt." He loses his pace slightly before speeding up to catch up with Anor.
As the two get deeper into the forest however, the fog thickens, and they're swallowed alive, barely able to see in front of themselves.
"Anor, are you still there?" CC keeps walking forward, quickly getting worried before screaming, "ANOR WHERE ARE YOU?"
After these words, CC collapses, hitting his head on a rock, and with nobody to be seen, falls unconscious. With no sign of waking up, he sleeps.