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You pull on the reins, hoping to steer the Zlanbeast higher in time to clear the whistling cloud of bolts, but the beast lacks the speed and strength to perform such an exacting manoeuvre.

Suddenly a starburst of pain erupts in your head and the taste of blood fills your mouth. You have been hit in the skull by one of the iron-tipped missiles and death is instantaneous.

Tragically, your life and your quest end here on the very threshold of victory.

Text copyright © 1991 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1991 Brian Williams.