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Stunned by the speed and skill with which you have dispatched over fifteen of their brothers, the circle of murderous acolytes retreat a few paces to catch their breath and lick their wounds.
‘We have an intruder in our midst,’ screams Cadak, levelling his wizard’s staff at you accusingly. The tip flares brightly; then a jet of crimson energy comes arcing towards your chest. You try to dodge it but it follows you and connects with your spine, numbing your limbs with its insidious effect.
