Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, tapped the edge of his desk with his claws. He stared into the cosmos, seeing eternity, and sighed in a combination of disgust, anger, and melancholy.
Bell threw himself out of the way of the Minotaur's grasping hands, launching himself further toward the entrance to the Dungeon.
Bell tried to not despair as the monster proved itself as a monster of the middle floors, as it, despite it's size, turned to chase him far quicker than a monster it's size should have allowed.
Luckily for Bell, he, despite being slower, was far more mobile, being nowhere near as large as the Minotaur. A point proven when he managed to slow the Minotaur down by sliding past the corner, and the monster ran directly into it, discombobulating it.
Bell ran forward... Only to smack into a brick wall. Bell took a step back, and his heart trembled.
He was trapped.
He whirled to find the Minotaur glaring at him, murder in it's eyes.
Bell sunk to the floor, trembling, images of his goddess, and his grandfather, throwing themselves through his mind.
The Minotaur moved forward to kill Bell, only for to freeze in place.
Bell didn't understand why it had stopped...
...Until the fear washed over him.
Bell, terrified before, would have ruined his pants if he had the ability to do so.
This presence... Bell had never felt anything like it. It threatened to kill him, to rip him to shreds, to devour him whole.
A blade pierced through the Minotaur's stomach, twisting out the right side. The monster, split in half, fell to the ground.
Standing behind the Minotaur was a strange black-haired woman wearing an odd outfit.