The Drow archmage cursed me at the top of his lung. Flailing his arms around, he casted the magical barrier yet again. His two aide then created a magical seal; a fireball.

We had not much time with us. The captain was in bad shape and I was just attacked by a Red Scarlet leader. Our conditions worsen every second as the sacrificial altar was now readied and the summoning circle on the sky finally completed. The girls that we tried desperately to save was in their final moments.

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“Well… If we want to die, now would be a good time.” Captain Rizzou looked at me. On his hand were two orbs and mine, was a broken sword and the dagger, Soulstealer.

“Let the heaven sing our names in praises then!” We shouted our battlecries at the top of our lung, rushing towards our impending doom or perhaps our heroic rescue.

“Il’Uth’Belialus!! Kazyk usykaz! Kazyk usykaz!!! Kazyk!!!!”

(Children of Belialus! Kill them! Kill them!!! KILL!!!!”)