"Finally, we make it back to the surface. I breathe fresh air deep into my lungs. Like a crimson eye, the huge

"Finally, we make it back to the surface. I breathe fresh air deep into my lungs. Like a crimson eye, the huge ball of light glares down on me from the sky. I shut my eye, for I'm no longer used to sunlight. Tears run down my face... No matter. It's all right. I'll be home soon."

"Finally, we make it back to the surface. I breathe fresh air deep into my… — Kingmaker