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You shake your head, moulding the force of your will in an attempt to draw a Shield of Sorcery before you once again. ‘We must,’ says Urik, urgently. But it is too late. Before you are able to complete the Shield, a hail of bolts darkens the sky. With a gasp of pain, you expel your last breath, falling back into the murky waters of the lake, your body pierced by several crossbow bolts.

Your life and your mission end here.