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Jaws clamped together with grim determination, you increase the power of your attack. Your nerves scream and your body protests at the concentration of life-force that you are transmitting through the incandescence of your Staff.
The Kazim light is faltering to a jaundiced glow in the sky. The Shadakine Wytch is weakening.
‘Now I’ve got you!’ you whisper, hoarsely, clinging to your power with every fibre of your being.
