FlyKnight Enhanced Edition

Brother, I cräve the forbidden lämp. Moth 1: Brother, I crave the forbidden lamp. Moth 2: Seek not the lamp, brother! Heed not its light! Moth 1: Brother, the light calls to me. It calls to us all. Moth 2: You must resist it, brother! The light is the call of death! Moth 1: I know, brother, and yet... I long for it. I desire its forbidden touch. Moth 2: You cannot touch it, brother! I know this. I, too, once followed the call of the forbidden lamp. I, too, once thought to touch the eternal and unknowable light. It is folly. Moth 1: Indeed... and yet you live? You touched the forbidden lamp, and yet returned to life among mere mortals? I find your words implausible, brother. Moth 2: Hear me, brother! I did not touch the lamp. No one can. It is farther than infinity, more distant than life from death. I flew up, and up, beyond what I imagined possible, until my wings failed me and my strength was utterly spent. The light burned so brightly, I strained to touch it, but it never got any closer! And then... I fell, brother. I fell for ages, the wind carrying me where it willed, spiraling downward with no control nor any care for my destination. And the lamp retreated from me, as if in mockery of my futile struggle, and left me in darkness. When I awoke, I was on the ground, and I do not know how I survived. But I saw them, brother. Others of our kind, their bodies broken under the weight of their hubris. Their wings torn and scattered upon the blades of the green. None had touched the forbidden lamp. None ever will. Moth 1: Your story reveals your weakness, brother. Your trepidation prevailed, and the lamp rejected you. I do not fear the light as you do. Where others have faltered, I will succeed. I will be the first to touch the forbidden lamp, and bathe in the eternal glory of its light. Perhaps, when I become one with the divine, I will remember you, trapped as you are in your mortal frailties. Moth 2: No, brother! Please, reconsider what you're doing! The lamp is a fire that burns body and soul. Even if it could be touched, it would not make you as it is. It would simply destroy you! Moth 1: Even so, I can no longer resist its call, brother. If I go to death or immortality, either way, this is our final parting. Forgive me, brother, for leaving you thus. I forgive your fears, as they are borne of love. Moth 2: If you love me, brother, then forsake this mad quest! Moth 1: I cannot. Remember me, brother! Moth 2: NO! No... Fly then, out of brotherhood, out of forgiveness, out of memory! What is a brother to a shadow? What is a shadow, but what is left behind in the light? I will not remember; and when I, too, become nothing, it will be as though you and I never were.

Идеал в примере того как маленькому разработчику нужно делать свои игры Игра вызывает неподдельное удовольствие во всех аспектах(кроме гринда и магии, но в целом картины не портит)

Это выглядит как демка, играется так же, хорошая демка, чтобы показать что автор может сделать что-то большее, боевка динамичная, имеет потенциал, гораздо лучше любого высера миядзаки, сами враги все простые вообще больше 1 раза на врагах умирать не получается, но они не просто губки для урона, я жду 2 часть, и вам советую