The Past Is Faster Then Progress

I just sat there thinking about all that went down, looking at all the blood oozing out of my wound as I stared at the next door and I slowly started to cry, why me? Why did I have to go into all of this? I don't want this... I just want a life with Lyra but that can't happen, no that's not going to happened unless I kill the man that made all of this happen, you might be thinking Discord but no sure he made me go to hell but that's not what i am talking about, the real issue was a stallion named Blood Scar he is a massive crime lord. He must die...

After I was done crying and doing my mental monologue I got up and made sure my skeleton armor was fitted and my knee light sword was still in place before I opened the door, first thing that happened was a small spark that turned into my fur lighting ablaze, then the fact all of the ground is glass-sand, oh and not to mention the small army of undead ponies coming at me, I started to cry from the pain but I couldn't let my self die, no not when I have Lyra waiting for me. I pulled the light sword from the rip storage in the bones and ran at the undead burning- no pun intended- with pain but ran threw then cutting as I went, if I am not mistaken each door has a a challenge I needed to go threw before next one opened I cried out in pain from the glass inside of my hooves and burning on my skin I sunk my blade into one of the undead's head before spinning cutting more I didn't have time for this if didn't get past this stuff in time I will burn to death!

I looked around now that I had some chance, still in loads of pain and I noticed there was nothing but the army, I realized something... I HAD TO KILL ALL OF THE FUCKING UNDEAD. I ran back into the hord and kicked one down jumping into another cleaving it in half, I stabbed the one on the ground and slashed another, there was still 48 I swung to the side killing two more I threw the blade  into another's neck and beat another to death before I grabbed my blade and slashed many more after about a hour there was 17 more, I pulled my blade to the next few and charged nocking a few down giving short stabs to deal with them, 14 more I shanked tow more bringing their numbers to 12 before I fell down in pain, it took be a bit to get back up slashing another to take them to 11 I stumbled back and focused energy to a hoof, I sent 3 odd blasts of light each one into a undead fool dropping it to 8 I felt so much closer to being done with this shit.

I dived away from a bit of a undead pushing my blade into it jaw bring it up threw its scull splitting it head in half and stabbing 2 more in the neck to make the numbers 5 before I got a silly idea in my mind and I forced the energy to my lungs and said some odd words before sending a blue wave nocking the last 5 down and dived one beating it to death and slashing ones neck off its head then I puked on the ground for many reasons, still on fire and crying I but my energy to my hoof again send 3 light blasts into the last 3 undead stumbling to the door out, once I reached it, now out of the glass-sand me rolled intel the fire is gone, and looked at my fur, my old cream colored fur was patchy and what was left was burned black, I tried to not cry again but i couldn't when i started thinking about Lyra, will she still love when she see how fucked up I am? No way to know but I sat there in front of the last door crying as the second door lit up in red light showing the words

               "Door 2: Pain"