You bound up the tower steps two at a time, peeking over your shoulder to see the roiling darkness fill the street behind you, rising like a serpent about to strike. At the top of the tower, the Deepwood opens out before you. Taking a breath, you jump.

You crash through tainted tree limbs and sharp branches, landing hard on the Deepwood floor. Dragging yourself to your feet, you look around and find not everyone has survived the fall. Several of your men lie broken in the muck, never to rise again.