Uh'gon is standing defiantly in the tunnel, murder in his eyes. He holds his warhammer, studded with gems with inlays converging at the flat side, in his two fins, ready to strike if we come closer.

"He'll kill everyone if we do nothing about it," I say, trying to argue with him before the inevitable fight. It’s a futile effort but maybe he sees reason.

He braces his warhammer, glaring at us as he takes a step forward. "Who are you to decide their deaths, who are you to spit on our most sacred tradition?"

I use [Identify] on him, getting the level of his primary class.

[Paladin -lvl 15]

He probably has multiple subclasses, all levelled to a similar level but it is a two against one, we can beat him.

"Death," I simply answer. To Oblivion with their traditions, she wanted a duel and closed her eyes. For all their theatrics, Siro wouldn't teach them to be this foolish or easily accepting of an early death.

"Blasphemy," he spits, taking another step forward, "know this, heretic. Uh'gon, lover of Am'Hugda and grand general of Sorym will be your opponent today. I will-"

I use [Quickdraw] and shoot him, bullets ricocheting off his chestplate, but he continues undisturbed " -show you the same mercy that you have shown our beloved high priestess, that is none."

With that last word, he charges at me, swinging his warhammer horizontally with reckless abandon.

I duck under his swing, earning myself a kick against my chest that throws me against one of the braziers. Something definitely cracked.

Wheezing, I roll to the side, fumbling for my speedloader and letting the casings in my revolver clatter to the ground. "I gave her the mercy of a quick death!"

Kara is hovering behind Uh'gon, waiting for an opening to help me. Even without her daggers, she is not helpless.

"You insolent fool," he snarls, bringing his whole weight to bear and smashing the hammer on to the ground in front of me, "[Paladin's Smite]!"

A bright white shockwave originates from the impact, throwing me back into the tunnel, singing my clothes and ripping the speedloader from my hand.

I grab a bullet from my pouch and load it, raising my revolver at him. Before I can press the trigger, the hammer slams back into my hand, way too quick for something of that size, and breaks it.

“Any last words, heathen?” he spits, holding the hammer with both hands, ready to strike me down. The hammer starts to glow, inlays slowly filling the gem on the flat side with power.

Seeing Kara sneaking up to Uh’gon, I try to buy her a little more time for whatever she is planning “Your Priestess died because of her faith, so will you.”

Kara jumps onto his back and goes for his throat, biting down on it. Surprisingly little blood leaves the wound, probably being drunk by Kara.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, turning and throwing Kara off his back, leaving a gaping wound in his neck.

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I grab the rifle from my back, tendrils unloading the supercharged bullet and loading in another round. They are pretty useful for reloading, I might need to get something else than a pouch to store my ammo though.

He swings his hammer at Kara but she manages to leapfrog over it, a manic grin on her face. “Too slow, big boy,” she taunts, grabbing a thin knife from her belt, her cooking knife.

I activate [Steady Aim] and [Reap Shot], aiming for the back of his head and squeezing the trigger.

The bullet glances off of his neck, only inflicting minor damage. A bad angle, I try to circle around.

Kara ducks under another swing of his hammer, guiding it with her knife and closing the distance.

She stabs at him but his fin wraps around her throat, dropping the hammer. “Cheeky runt,” he says, swinging her around to block my view, “Savages, the lot of you.”

“Hey,” Kara says, grinning down at him with blood trickling down her chin, “What’s the worst thing you can do when fighting a mage?”

He scowls, tightening his grip as she claws at his fin.

“[Life Drain], bitch,” she rasps out, finally finding purchase and forcing her fingers beneath his armour.

He groans out, trying to throw her away but she clings to his fin, getting whipped around and smashed against the ground. He seems to dehydrate or something, drying up as she continues to hold on, sucking the life out of him.

Loading another round, I shoot him in the shoulder, causing him to kneel down in pain.

Kara now towers over him, readjusting her grip to his neck. Her eyes are filled with a kind of sadistic glee I haven’t seen before, like she is looking at a luxurious meal or something similar instead of an enemy.

I grab the supercharged bullet with a tendril of darkness and load it, figuring that he is done for. I don’t know if I should be concerned about her look but I assume it’s something with her Cursed Class. Hitting the top of the dome will be a problem, I’ll need to hit the other side.

[Your party has killed a Paladin of Siro- lvl 15]

“Kara, I think he’s dead,” I remind her, staggering to the hammer to see if I can loot the big gem in it.

She squints down at him, answering “Just a little bit more.”

The gem seems to be worked into it solidly so I leave it, not being able to get it with my broken hand. Not worth it to delay any further so I go over to Kara, grabbing her shoulder.

“What?!” she snarls, whipping around with a blood-stained face.

I take a step back, not expecting her violent reaction. “We should leave, Idanu is catching up.”

She rips through his throat for good measure, standing up and staggering to the exit. “Do your thing, I’ll go ahead.”

I aim my rifle at the top of the membrane, activating all of my skills, and seeing my mana drop into the single digits, I press the trigger.

It hits the highest part of the membrane, violently detonating but leaving no traces behind.

Fuck.

I get ready to leave, turning around before hearing a crack.

Cracks spread over the entire dome, parts sliding down and water gushing in as the screaming below redoubles.

I start staggering as quickly as I can, hearing the roaring of the water crashing down behind me.

“Donald?” Idanu yells, worry and sadness evident in his voice.

I glance over my shoulder, seeing the unstoppable wave of water quickly approaching, carrying fishmen and debris with it.

The water hits me, ripping me away and into the tunnel, I bundle my cloak around me just in time to bounce off of the wall without losing consciousness before hitting the other wall, impact dampened by the cloak.

All the gems and other light sources got crushed by the water, floating in the water as I get thrown through the tunnel, bends and curves blurring together as I lose orientation, mindlessly trying to steady myself.

Hundreds of notifications flood my mind, kill notifications for anyone caught in the water and level ups. Damn, killing a city is really good experience.

The last thing I notice is bright light flooding my vision, only blocked by a list of notifications, basically a bar of windows. I’ve never seen that many notifications at once.