Magnus
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Damn! Not again! My vision is blurring... everything is shrouded in a red haze...
Through Markel's eyes.
This will teach you some manners, boy! I cast a magical fist spell on the insolent one. More, more, more... although... he might be useful.
- Do you want to become a...
Through the observer's eyes.
Shin's hand, grabbing the necromancer by the face, interrupted him from finishing his question. The hand began to clench, applying unbearable pressure to the skull. Markel couldn't even scream. The samurai jerked his hand back, then pushed him away, throwing the sorcerer against the wall of the hall. In a panic, the necromancer began to cast a magic missile spell. He raised his hands and began to chant, but the man in the black cloak slashed off his hands with a lightning-fast movement of his katana. Markel howled in pain. The servant of the spider goddess was stunned - "where did he get the katana? He was unarmed!" Shin began to slowly raise the katana for a fatal blow... The samurai's face was contorted in a savage, bloodthirsty smile, his eyes had lost their pupils and were filled with blood... Only demons can have such eyes! Impossible! Or...
- NO!!! - panicking openly, Markel cast a teleportation spell. The katana blade was already rushing towards his forehead...
I woke up... I'm standing in the same hall. Opposite me, near the wall, is a pool of blood, and a little further away are some severed hands... again... Again... Curse you, Darnar! I hear demonic laughter in my head - the laughter of the triumphant demon of madness...
P.S. Markel managed to teleport, but, as you can see, he was seriously injured.
Heh-heh. I'll pretend to be injured and snatch the medallion.
I enter the portal.
