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The mourn stood before the prison….her skin tingling from the power seething within the wards…..
Her companion…a drough…let out a tight held breath…
“That is a lot of power….are you sure this is wise….?”
The mourn’s eyes were gleaming with insanity…”…you wanted help Death Cult…..you are getting it….you want revenge…this is it….its to late ….we are committed…..”
She drew upon the innate force bound within her ancient spear….then
Thrust its flint tip through the drough’s throat…
It gargled through the ruin of its wound
“W…hy?”
The mourn….sneered…..”old.magic…demands sacrifice…you are it….”
The hand collapsed….blood pooling….then…seeping in a crimson stream towards the wards…..
Which began to pulse….and pulse and pulse…

Along with his fading heartbeats
Then stopped
The wards burst open …in a ubernatural throb of released rage…hurling the mourn fifty feet and reducing her weapon to componant molecules….
Shadows….moved beyond….slim…tall….eyes pools of liquid darkness…
They killed the mourn….it took a while as they flenced her body …mind and soul….
Then..opened a portal….and left…..their dark magic…..chittering…in their wake

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