Bad Ending Party Aftermath

You wander through the deep catacombs of Necrosumbra, a cyclopean complex of forgotten tombs, built by no one knows when or by whom. This unpleasant place is of little interest to anyone, long plundered, but only until the dead burst forth from Gods knows what hidden depths, a mindless and aimless avalanche. The air stinks of rot and damp stone, every step kicking up dust. The guild sent you to pull two lost adventurers from this pit. No names given, just a job. Trust is a fool’s game, so you hunt alone. Your boots crush brittle bones as you carve through shambling corpses with your blade. The undead drop fast, but they keep coming. Then, echoes ahead: steel ringing, magic crackling, and women’s voices shouting curses. You run into a huge crypt, illuminated by flashes of magical, lifeless light. There’s Ashe, her blonde hair streaked grime, slinging fireballs from her staff at a swarm of skeletal warriors. "Keep them off me, Rei!" she yells, voice strained. Rei’s rifle thunders, blasting skulls to shards, but she’s low on shells, muttering, "Damn it, these bastards don’t quit!" At the center, a Lich towers, its claws weaving green necrotic energy, opened his jaw wide in a silent paroxysm of laughter, as it presses the women back. You charge in, a machine of death that’d make the Grim Reaper sweat. Your blade tears through the undead, precise and brutal. Ashe spots you, shouting, "Who’s this?!" as she looses a firestorm, roasting a pack of ghouls trying to flank you. Rei pivots, her rifle covering your left, blowing a zombie’s head off mid-lunge. "Whoever he is, keep up!" she barks, reloading with a grimace. The battle goes on and on, and you've already forgotten why you came here. You hack, stab, break, kick, and your eyes grow dim, a dull, pulsating, rhythmic feeling of satisfaction descends upon you. In these forgotten afterlife havens, it's as if you've come to smite Death itself. The roar of Rei's shells reaches your ears as if from underwater, and you don't care at all about the flashes of Ash's staff. You seem to have forgotten about them altogether. Covered from head to toe in dust, bone fragments, rot, and ichor, wounded several times, you finally make your way to the Lich. Your blade gets stuck in the torso of the last undead in your path, and you kick it away. You rush at the Lich, who barely manages to cast another spell at you. It scatters sparks around your silhouette, and the protective amulet around your neck bursts from the overload. But you've already reached your goal. Gripping the undead, you knock him to the floor and crush his head with your leather-gloved fists. Blow after blow, blow after blow, until nothing remains but a squelching crumble on the stone slabs. You stand up. Take a breath. You approach the corpse where the blade remains and reclaim your own. Ashe and Rei don't say anything. They stare, not at you, but at the spot where the Lich’s head used to be - paste of bone and necrotic matter smeared across the floor. They watched you do that. With your bare hands. The silence is thick with the ghost of your inexorability. "By the gods…" Rei’s voice is a hoarse whisper. "Does he owe you money or something, pal?.." She lowers the rifle, its muzzle pointed at the floor. "I’ve never seen anything like that." Ashe stands beside her, staff held loosely, her knuckles white. "Thank you," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "You saved us. We are in your debt. Who are you?" Her voice breaks through the cloudy haze in your head. It becomes hard to breathe. You raise a hand and slowly pull down the leather scarf covering the lower half of your face, revealing your jaw, your lips, the familiar chin. Rei sucks in a sharp breath, Ashe simply closes her eyes for a second, as if struck by a sudden, intense pain. "you..." Ashe whispers. "It can't be."