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At the moment of his death, a cone of black fire erupts from the stave and engulfs the Ziran’s body. The guttering ebony flames howl like a pack of demons as they form into a small cyclone and ascend into the sky. Swiftly you take hold of the injured Prince, heave him across your shoulder, and carry him away from the black tornado that is sucking chunks of temple debris into its spinning core.
Once you are a safe distance from the temple, you lower the Prince gently to the ground and watch the cyclone ebb and fade.
