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The tap-room becomes a scene of total chaos as hysterical passengers stampede towards the stairs. Paido is forced into a corner by the loathsome spiders; Trost is nowhere to be seen. The necromancer turns to face you. He screams a curse, his hands weaving shapes in the air. You draw a weapon and press forward, but you are literally frozen in your tracks. Frost sparkles on your hair and clothing; ice sheens your eyes. Your breath comes in misty clouds as you labour to stay conscious.

If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Nexus, turn to 345.

If you do not possess this skill, turn to 159.

Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Gary Chalk.