Se-Rok-La, the Blade That Thirsts, lay shattered on the ground. The hand that had wielded it rested nearby. The rest of the hero was not in evidence, at least in the immediate area. Crimson splashes on the ground suggested, to the inquisitive mind, the disposition of the other remains.
The princess and the wizard huddled in the base of a shattered tower. The princess was sobbing loudly.
"Impossible," growled the wizard. "I refuse to accept this. There has to be another way!"
A shadow fell over their hiding place, horned and terrible. "No," said the Demon King, "there really doesn't."