You're free!

Escaping through the piles of bodies, through the marred gates - you see a farther passage, obscured, for the torches have been taken or knocked down. You charge through it, and as soon as you can notice, you're in some part of the swamp.

You sit above a mesa that looms above a valley of swamps and riverways. There are no signs of life where you stand, but you see armed men fighting down in the valley.

You see three men, a beastman and two clansmen, do battle with an armored knight.  The black foul sits atop some craven, fourlegged creature with black fur; it stomps and heaves through the earth and water with black hooves, it's armored chain and long crest widly flailing through the air as it spits air and phlegm through it thick nostrils in a seemingly endless flight of frenzy. You see it trade blows, as it tries to stomp the iceman several times, but he is quick to dodge and parry the blows coming from the rider.

The rider takes a heaving chop at the minotaur, who stands at his right side, and you see him fall to his knees due to a terrible wound. A black char forming and quickly spreading. Then you see the other two men shout and flee! You see them going to your left into a door where they disappear.

You see then that the minotaur's whole body decomposes in an instant; first his body bloats up and explodes, his gut and viscera plop down to the ground, his muscles and blood erupt; worms drift from the body and turn into flies and die almost instantly; the smell is abhorrent but after some time, he soon disappears to reveal a huge skeleton

A green fog rises; A foul smell drifts in the air.

 You can't see anything, it is better that you leave.