Mark of death

As Shar died, her power-up, the blue scaled dragon, dissipated into thin air, leaving a stunned silence on the battlefield. The adventurers, some still caught in the grip of greed and adrenaline, began to process the gravity of what had just happened.

"Holy shit, we just killed Shar!" one adventurer exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and realization.

"Damn, she was a follower of Morbus, the god of plagues. Are we screwed now?" another voiced out, fear creeping into his tone.

Yet another, trying to regain focus, said, "What's done is done. We need that key now. Move!"

Cautiously, many adventurers moved towards Elrion, who stood solemnly near Shar's body. The golden layer signifying his power-up slowly faded from his body as he bent down and picked up the key.

"Shit, Elrion's got the key!" one of the adventurers panicked, realizing the implications.