Phyreball stands valiantly before the forgotten ruins of Karnor, moments after exiting its shadowy depths.  With the guiding glow of his magical blade, he makes his way to the edge of the wasteland beyond, inhaling the humid air that he has fought so hard
to taste once again.

Looking back towards the opening of the dungeon, flashbacks of his struggle race through his mind, as images of blood and evil spilled across the dreadful grounds haunt his thoughts. Alas... it is behind him now.

He dared what most deemed impossible. Staggering across the remains of the unlucky who have tried and failed, he has emerged from the dungeon depths to be free once again.

He has conquered what was so far unconquered.
Let the lands sing the song of Phyreball,
champion of the darkness
and the bearer of courage.

"Phyreball" they shall sing...
"Phyreball the Conqueror," the name shall ring!