I used myself as bait, my horse lending me his speed.
Instead of becoming the beast's food, I pierced its eye with an arrow true, giving me a chance to climb its furry back and strike at its weak spot.
The tenth beast has fallen.
As they usually do, the dark tendrils come over me.
As I wake, now ten shadows look over me questioning.
The quest nears its end.
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