Betrayal of the Bridge

You are standing on a fragile wooden bridge, and the planks beneath your feet are snapping apart. The dwarf, clad in sturdy armor with a great beard flowing, reaches out desperately as the ground gives way. His face is contorted in a mix of anger and fear, yelling as he falls into the glowing pit below. The light illuminates his figure as if the void beneath holds an unnatural, ominous power. Around him, the wooden remnants splinter and scatter, framing the chaos of the moment as gravity pulls him into the unknown.