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The mighty hammer Grond cleaves the air as it flies toward you! With a sudden burst of speed you dive out of the way of its cruel path! Still steady on your feet, you leap onto Grond's mighty head as Morgoth prepares a magical spell. Scrambling upward towards the Lord of Darkness's chest, you seize the butcher's knife, and stab, stab, stab...
It seems to have shattered from the impact. Obviously it wasn't designed for slaying dark gods.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.