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You draw your divine blade from its scabbard and a halo of golden light irradiates the throne hall. Naar bellows with a terrible rage. He is mortally aghast that such a holy weapon should be unsheathed in his presence, in his inner sanctum, and in his anger he summons a host of rubbery-limbed horrors from the smoky walls of his evil domain.

If you wish to fight these creatures, turn to 201.

If you wish to attempt to evade them by entering the Shadow Gate, turn to 162.