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Your precautions prove inadequate and your presence is swiftly detected by Tzor. With devastating speed and ruthlessness, this demonic horror descends upon your hiding place and plucks you into the air. You fight bravely but your resistance is to no avail. Tzor hurls you into the Plain of Despair where you are fallen upon by thousands of vengeful spirits, many of whom were slain by your hand.

Your physical death is swift, but tragically your spirit is doomed to spend the rest of eternity running endlessly with the host of lost souls, here upon the Plain of Despair.