I feel the beak pierce through the right side of my chest and go clean through. It stops and stands as I am right in front of its face, still on the beak.

My head feels light from all the pain. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. My throat is crushed, and my right lung is gone. Through my cloudy vision, I see a notification window pop up, saying. 

“Death-defying activated. Cool down seven days.”

With another chance at life, I use all my strength and slam my fist down on the bird's head. The whole body of the bird goes flying to the ground with a snap, but I left, where it was holding me with its beak, still impaling me.

As I fall to the ground and land on my hands and knees, I hear more crowing from further above me, and I start sprinting towards the tunnel on the opposite side of the room.

Stumbling and gasping for air with a giant beak sticking out of me, I barely make it to the tunnel and turn around to see a colossal crowhead looking through the tunnel at me, unable to fit inside.

I stumble up the tunnel and get to an opening at the end of it. I see I am back in what looks like the area I had entered, with a small winding path going up the side of a massive pit.

I stumble up the pathway, dragging my hand on the outside wall, trying to stop the bleeding from my chest. The outer wall soon crumbles away into nothing, and I am left with a brightly lit plateau covered in large, multicolored fluorescent mushrooms.

Completely out of breath and feeling like I’m about to pass out, I stumble under one of the giant mushrooms and lean back on it. Even with all the pain, I either pass out or fall asleep.

I drove away to a sharp pain in my right side and try grabbing at it, but the large black be still sticking out of me stops me stopped from bleeding. I figure I should probably pull it out.

I gassed my hands around it and yank it out with one fluid motion. Again, more pain overwhelms me, and I pass out.

I wake up with two halves of the beak sitting on my lap. I don’t know how long I’ve been down here, but it feels like weeks since I’ve had a meal.

I look up at the mushroom that I’m resting on, and I attempt to say

“ inspection “

But all I hear myself do is let out a slight wheeze as I feel out of breath and lightheaded. I looked down at my chest, where my right lung should be, and I see the hole that the crow left.

I put my hand up to it and see it’s about the size of my whole hand. I put my hand into the hole and feel the cold, hard mushroom behind me.

Hi Rach, forward gagging as I’m trying to throw up from the awful feeling of being able to put my hand through myself. But as expected, nothing came out.

I wipe my mouth, feel my chapped lips, and wonder if there is anything to eat or drink here.

I stumbled to my feet and look around the plateau I’m on. And I see that it circles the giant pit in the middle, but all I see are giant glowing mushrooms.

I pick up a piece of the beak and stab it into the mushroom behind me. A glowing blue liquid flows from within the mushroom and pools inside the beak. 

I have a feeling that if I don’t drink anything soon, I might die with the beak above my head and pour the liquid into my mouth.

It has a sour taste, but it’s not revolting and tastes rather refreshing. I sit down again, and I hear a wet pop from inside the hole in my chest.

When I look down, my eyes fixate on an Oregon that has popped out of my chest and is now drooping down in front of me, being held on by a few blood vessels.

Before I could think of anything, I quickly grabbed it and pushed it into an open spot. Forcing myself not to think about it. I just hope that whatever that was, it wasn’t important.

Hunger is the next feeling that comes over me, and I notice some flesh stuck to the end of the beak that I am holding. Disgusted by it but still needing to eat, I rip a piece off and pop it in my mouth. I do this a few more times until the beak is cleaned.

I wake up lying under a glowing mushroom, and it reminds me that I am still in a dungeon and have a lot more to go before I get out. So that means I will probably have to face more foes before I can escape, and at the moment, I don’t have any weapons or armor.

I rack my head for anything I could use to defend myself and land on the bird's beak. One half is larger and broader than the other, and I could use them as a sword and shield.

One of the beaks had what looks like a piece of the crow's skin with feathers on it. It is the size of a robe, so I rip it off and put it on my back. And I start shaping the beaks with the sharp stones I find on the ground.

After a while of shaping the beaks and multiple broken rocks, I finally have an acceptable-looking sword and shield.

Fueled by my anger towards the archbishop, I venture upward into the dungeon to get revenge.