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You bob and weave your hands, reaching deep into the depths of Artifice to find what you seek. The ultimate power, the greatest fear to be found within the collective consciousness. He is a primal force. No bulwark can stand against his beefy arm! No missile can pierce his consummate flesh! No thatch can withstand his burning fires!

You summon

His beady eyes fix you with a baleful glare. No words pass between you, but the bargain is sealed. Trogdor goes to work, laying waste to every foe that stands before you. The foolish fight, the brave flee, but none escape the fiery flames of the Burninator.

Then Trogdor blasts some nearby cottages and most of the countryside for good measure. Not because it's necessary, no, just for the love of the game.

Eventually, the burnination comes to an end. Trogdor stands before you. His consummate Vs shine golden in the flames around you. It is now time for you to hold you end of the bargain. His vast beefy arm reaches down and grips you with surprising gentleness.

You knew it would come to this. You cannot invoke the Burninator without paying a steep price. He lifts you high into the air, and you see just what he has wrought. The countryside is nought but ashes and the weeping of the few unlucky enough to survive. You don't think you can live with knowing the misery and despair you have caused. Luckily, you don't have to.

Trogdor lets go of you, and you fall into his waiting mouth, swallowed whole. You become fuel for his fiery core. Your strength, your will, becomes kindling for the great burninations to come! Woe be to any who stands before the mighty dragon Trogdor!

Level4 Ending