Throw something, anything. you don't need that snowball, why did you bring it anyway?

You decide to throw the snowball that you’ve been carrying around for no reason (although kudos for somehow not letting it melt) at the warden. A ranged attack feels safer than melee when dealing with foes that look like they could crush you without breaking a sweat.

You toss the snowball at the warden, but you miss by quite a bit! The snowball flies past its head and lands somewhere behind it. Uh oh. You brace yourself for what is most likely an immensely painful demise – but wait! The warden turns around and starts investigating the source of the splat.

This is your chance! You start quickly building upward until you reach the tunnel that you fell through and race to the camp.

Unfortunately, you have come back empty-handed. Will your friends believe how you survived against all odds? If not, you could always go back to search the rest of the Overworld for another story!

THE END

...or is it?