With key in hand, I made my way,
Back through the halls without delay.
The eastern door was locked before,
But now it opened even more.
Inside, an item caught my eye,
Resting where the stones did lie.
A few more Hollows waited near,
Watching me without much fear.
I backed away to safer ground,
Where better footing could be found.
One by one they charged at me,
But one by one they fell with ease.
The hallway finally became clear,
So I checked my newest gear.
I opened up the menu screen,
To see what all my loot could mean.
The Pyromancy Flame was there,
A gift I’d use with skill and care.
I placed it in my right-hand slot,
Then switched back to my sword on the spot.
Now prepared for what lay near,
I walked ahead without much fear.
An archer waited down the hall,
Trying hard to make me fall.
His arrows flew both fast and true,
But straight ahead I still broke through.
I blocked, I moved, I kept my pace,
Determined nothing I’d misplace.
Two more Hollows met their end,
The finish line drew close again.
Then standing proudly in the hall,
A stronger knight challenged it all.
He held a sword beside his shield,
Refusing every inch to yield.
I watched him closely, calm and still,
Waiting for the perfect skill.
He raised his blade and charged at me,
Certain of his victory.
But timing made the difference there—
A perfect parry through the air.
His weapon bounced, his guard gave way,
He never saw that final day.
One mighty strike was all I gave,
And sent him to an early grave.
Another doorway caught my eye,
Still locked, no matter how I’d try.
Its mystery would have to wait,
Another time would test my fate.
The halls were silent all around,
Not one more Hollow could be found.
Each room I’d searched from wall to wall,
No enemies remained at all.
Then through the hallway, straight ahead,
A curtain made of ghostly thread.
A wall of fog stood cold and white,
Concealing one more deadly fight.
I took a breath and softly said,
“Let’s see what waits for me ahead.”
With steady hands and courage true,
I stepped into the mist right through.
Below me stood a monstrous sight,
The Asylum Demon, built for might.
It looked at me with glowing eyes,
A towering beast of massive size.
But I remembered what I’d seen,
Back when I fled that frightening scene.
This time I had another plan—
To strike before the fight began.
I leaped above with sword held high,
Descending swiftly through the sky.
My plunging attack landed true,
A crushing blow the Demon knew.
Its health dropped down with one huge hit,
But still the fight was far from quit.
The Demon roared and raised its axe,
Beginning fierce and brutal attacks.
It swung with all its fearsome might,
Enough to end me in one strike.
I rolled away just in the nick,
Escaping every heavy hit.
Then out came my Pyromancy Flame,
Fire quickly changed the game.
Bright burning blasts flew through the air,
Scorching the Demon standing there.
Again it swung its giant axe,
Trying hard with heavy attacks.
I rolled away, then turned once more,
Sending flames across the floor.
Again… and again… the fire flew,
Each blast hit hard and straight and true.
Its mighty health began to fall,
The giant wasn’t strong at all.
Just one more spell would end the fight,
I held my ground and aimed it right.
The final flame burned fierce and bright,
And brought an end to that long fight.
The Demon stumbled, then it fell,
Its mighty roar became farewell.
My very first great boss was done,
Another victory had been won!
One-handed gaming, strong and true,
Had carried me the whole way through.
The lesson from that battle’s call—
With patience, I can conquer all!
