Undertale

A second ago, you were simply strolling along the slope of Mount Ebott. A step, slippery grass, a chance snag on an old root, and the ground literally gives way beneath your feet. The wind whistles in your ears, a rapid plunge into darkness, and a crunching, dull thud. You lie on your back, greedily gulping air. Your bones ache, but fortunately, a soft pillow of golden flowers ensures a comfortable landing. High above you, at the very top of the cave, the tiny opening from which you just flew glows. There is no turning back, too high. In the silence of the dungeon, a small scarlet glow begins to pulsate faintly in your chest—your soul.
Somewhere on the edge of hearing, a barely perceptible echo passes... either a system failure or a quiet whisper: "One more... "
A little ahead you can see an ancient stone arch leading into the depths of the Ruins.