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You grab the Fireseed from your pocket and hurl it to the ground. It explodes on impact with a blinding flash. Hissing and spitting, the serpent brood slither away into the shadows, eager to escape the stinging pain of the flames.

More noises echo from the chamber. This time it is the chinking of armour and weapons.

Turn to 346.

Text copyright © 1986 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1986 Gary Chalk.