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There is a sickening and acidic smell as a great gout of green blood gushes from the Vordak’s red robe. The creature screams and topples from view, its mangled corpse spiralling downwards.
Sheathing your weapon, you grab the reins and fight to regain control of your injured mount. You have slain the Vordak, but the battle is not yet won. The Itikar is losing a lot of blood and could lapse into unconsciousness at any moment to drop you like a stone onto hard Lake Inrahim. Suddenly you see something in the distance—something that renews your faith in miracles.
