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The raging wind tears at your clothes, and bombards you with sharp flumes of ice and rock. As you raise the Sommerswerd, an intense howling fills your ears. It is a cry of horror and desperation. You strike at the core of this demon, slicing through the cyclone and into the fabric of its being. In an instant, the wind and the ghastly wailing cease--all that remains are the shattered pieces of a hollow statue scattered on the floor.

If you wish to search the altar and alcove of this temple, turn to 274.

If you wish to leave, you may exit via the northern archway. Turn to 306.

Text copyright © 1984 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1984 Gary Chalk.