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Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98
As if the workings of the gem had not been enough, the room was alive with magics born of chaos, malice and desperation. It was sickening, detestable. And from this taint of a sacred force had spawned a mindless creature intent only on death and suffering.
There was no need for words or mercy, it would neither understand nor accept either. Like the constructs before, thoroughly purging the threat was the only answer.
He stepped between the healer and the giant, noisy, perilous bug, and swung his hammer.
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