Cast Molten Cloak

"Molten Cloak!" You roar. Flames explode around your body, instantly burning Hrin. She screams and tries to escape, but you cling tightly to her. After about ten seconds of struggling, your fiery spell had finally melted down her health. Hrin has been slain. It was hardly a glorious victory, but it had to do.

You have leveled up!
Level 8 -> 9
Health: 63
Mana: 54
Physical Attack: 9
Physical Defense: 9
Magic Attack: 18
Magic Defense: 18

Throughout your wrestle with Hrin, you wonder why Syl had not stuck a blade into you. She was standing still, staring at you.

"Why didn't you help your friend?" You ask, puzzled.

"She's not really my friend. But a hot demon! I couldn't possibly kill you before I get a taste of that wicked beast!" Despite her cute and boyish appearance, Syl was apparently a depraved slut. She scurried forward and began touching your body. One hand rubbed across you cum-covered cock.

"Please, you can use me however you wish! **** me!"

While you certainly wouldn't mind fucking her, there were pressing matters at hand.

"Syl, right? If you're my **** now, then you don't get to tell me what to do. Shut up and wait on all fours like a dog."

Your harsh orders only makes her happier. She goes down on the ground, acting like a dog. You could get used to this.

On the floor beside Hrin's grey corpse was a large spherical orb. It was like a snow globe, aside from the fact that the insides were a swirling chaos of fire and darkness. You're drawn to the way they dance, and you stand still, mesmerized. This is the Balrog Core, you presume.

"It's a legendary item that will drop only once in this dungeon. Hrin was lucky enough to find it, but her desires got the better of her. A common fate for humans."

It was the Succubus. She was sitting cross-legged on a nearby rock, scrutinizing you. Clearly she had been observing your performance.

"A job well done. Splitting up the party was the correct choice, and although the end was sheer luck, you pulled through. Now, for your rewards, break the Core."

"I'm sorry?"
"Smash it with your fist. You'll see."