His hands gripped the sturdy wooden door handles. As he pulled, his eyes widened. Before him, the wood began to glow with a strange light that he recognized. A trap of fire. Something he had seen once or twice as a youth.
In the split second before he was burnt to a cinder, he felt the most profound disappointment he had ever known. Was all of this questing for naught?
Flames filled his being. Wrapped around him like a blanket of the purest hellfire, he was blown back toward the ground below. His skin gone, his robes gone, his eyes melted into gelatin from the heat, a last sentence crossed his lips.
"Help...."
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