Eryi was never meant to be a hero; she was just a girl who really, really wanted her melon bread back.
Eryi didn't use a sword. She didn't use magic. She simply navigated a final, chaotic gauntlet of falling ceilings and disappearing floors with the cold, dead eyes of someone who had seen the "Game Over" screen too many times.
She jumped again, clearing the trap, only to have a cloud—a literal, smiling cloud—drop a giant weight on her head. The PC Experience
By the time Eryi reached Famine’s castle, she wasn't the same girl. She had died 452 times. She had been crushed, fried, poked, and launched into the sun. When she finally cornered the fairy, Famine held up the melon bread, laughing. "You'll never get it!" Famine cheered.
