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You utter the words of the Brotherhood Spell Net and point your right hand at the armoured Vorka. A gush of gluey liquid surges from your palm and covers them in sticky fibrous strands.
Your spell holds them just long enough for you to be able to reach the rune and strike it with devastating effect. There is a tremendous explosion and a splash of fiery green sparks erupts as your blade cleaves the evil stone in two. Then the bell-chamber is swallowed up by sheets of orange flame and you are hurled backwards to the floor. Shards of broken stone whistle around you. When the rain of debris ceases, you pull yourself to your feet and look upon the devastated remains of the bell-chamber. Pools of fire burn among the splinters that litter the floor of the pit, and all the Vorka that were spawned in its core now lie twisted and lifeless among the flaming ruins. The sight of this burning devastation is shocking to behold, yet you feel elated when you sense that the breaking of the rune has, at a single stroke, destroyed every Vorka that has ever emerged from the spawning chamber.
