He drew his sword and summoned a squad of black warriors and black flying creatures with membranous wings. The summoned force crashed mercilessly into the enemies. Severed and torn body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh were flying through the air.
The Cursed cut his way through this entire slaughter, fighting his way toward the stranger with a dark, contemptuous expression who stood at the end of the corridor. But when he was only a few steps away from him, the man turned and shifted aside. The Cursed was transported along with him.
He found himself in an unknown dark dungeon. All around, pale, dried-out victims—men and women—hung from chains attached to the walls. The Messenger of the Curse was running up the stone steps leading upward.
The Cursed rushed after him. In the corridor, several vampires attacked him. Wild, vicious, dangerous beings with black manes of hair. He had never seen such creatures before. He cut them down and looked through one of the windows. Outside was night. The building he was in stood deep in the forest. It was clearly an unfamiliar, mysterious manor.
The Messenger of the Curse found himself in a throne room, where a pale man with long black hair sat upon the throne. Long fangs protruded from his mouth. A squad of vampires attacked the Cursed from all sides as he burst into the hall. He cut his way through and reached the Messenger of the Curse, while he made another shift.
The upper platform of the castle lay high in the mountains. Heavy, dark clouds drifted overhead. A steep mountainside pierced through them, stretching upward into the unknown. Around the slope coiled a gigantic long creature, as if made of white smoke. It turned its head on a long neck toward the Cursed and fixed him with its horrifying visage. Black voids for eyes and a black, twisted void of a gigantic mouth capable of swallowing an entire castle.
On the platform, knights in black armor advanced from all sides. They leveled long spears at the Cursed and began closing in, forming a deadly trap with no escape. But the knights were not fast enough. He slipped between the legs of two of them and, passing through a stone arch, burst into the castle.
The Messenger of the Curse was here. He was running along the dark corridor. The pursuit through the dark corridors resumed. Numerous venomous snakes writhed along the corridor walls, striking at the Cursed, trying to bite and kill him. But they missed. He rushed past them like a dark whirlwind at vampiric speed.
He caught up with the Messenger of the Curse in a throne room. Here, a massive dead being with a crown upon its head sat upon the throne. Its eyes burned with blue lights that froze and mentally annihilated. It slowed the Cursed down. But not enough. The Cursed caught up with the Messenger, and once again they were transported to another place.
This time, familiar outlines flashed before his eyes. It was a throne room, but a different throne room. High white walls covered in ice. Long white stalactites hung from above, while gigantic ice stalagmites stretched upward from below. Upon a tall white throne sat the majestic and proud Ice Queen herself. The ice crown with sharp spikes upon her head emitted a cold blue glow. Before her throne stood an icy guard of tall otherworldly warriors with long white hair.
At the sight of the suddenly appearing Cursed, the Ice Queen slightly parted her lips. She had never seen him before. But after a few seconds, a moment of recognition and realization came. She sensed and understood who appeared before her—the one who had been rushing past and pursuing the Messenger of the Curse. She let out an insane scream, beginning terrible ice magic and ordering her ice guard to attack, but the Cursed was already shifting after the Messenger of the Curse.
They appeared in the wizard's tower. Beyond the tall narrow windows stretched a black starry night. Piles of gold coins and artifacts lay near the walls. Dressed in dark clothing, with dark circles under his eyes, the wizard sat upon a throne in the large chamber of the tower. He unleashed several lightning strikes at the warrior, but missed. The Messenger of the Curse shifted again, and the Cursed followed him.
Finally, he caught up with him and, with a single powerful motion, severed the head with white hair. It flew off and rolled across the stone floor. They were transported back to the manor again. Then the hatch of a well opened on the first floor, leading underground.
The Cursed jumped into it and fell into the dark abyss.