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Stunned by the speed and skill with which you have dispatched over fifteen of their brothers, the circle of murderous acolytes retreat a few paces to catch their breath and lick their wounds.

'We have an intruder in our midst,' screams Cadak, levelling his wizard's staff at you accusingly. The tip flares brightly, then a jet of crimson energy comes arcing towards your chest. You try to dodge it but it follows you and connects with your spine, numbing your limbs with its insidious effect.

Turn to 228.

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