There you are, engaged in an epic battle with Apheriun and his horde of ghostly apparitions. You and your army are surrounded on all sides, but despite their vast numbers and relentless assaults, it looks like you will come out on top. After hacking your way through tens of thousands of apparitions, and conquering Apheriun's best seals and dark magic, you are face to face with him at last. Your army duels with Apheriun for what seems like hours. Finally, he is on his last legs. You seize the opportunity, and take advantage of his momentary weakness an go in for the kill. You begin a rapid flurry of attacks to finish him off as fast as possible. But then, in the midst of your assault, a man runs up to you and tackles you to the ground, opens a vast tome of words and exclaims, "Suc•cess! Noun! The accomplishment of an aim or purpose!"