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On Baldwin Gearhart’s back, Mr. Clogg moved.

Gearhart initially refused to believe it was so—it must have been a death rattle from his manservant’s lifeless lungs. Or perhaps it was just the body shifting in the harness he had fashioned.

But then Clogg moved again.

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The Voice in the Darkness fled. From shadow to shadow, they crossed the world. They could feel the mortals sniffing on their trail.
I must find help, Agathon thought.

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Krueger directed the fury of Orboros against the infernals, calling down a field of lightning that banished their unnatural shadows in flashes of blue-white brilliance. His woldwardens smote the infernal beasts with their massive rune-covered fists.

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Karchev is done, Asphyxious scoffed. Count not on Khador to do what Cryx does better.

But as the infernal master before him turned the land black and the air dark, Asphyxious thought, I did not gain this new form to surrender it to the likes of thee.

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Our enemies are twofold, the Harbinger prayed as she neared the gate. Menoth, grant me power to do what must be done to the first and your soldiers strength to defeat the second.

Menoth was with her, she knew. The gate would fall, and souls about to be lost would be saved.

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Her presence muffled the sound of battle the way snowfall deadens sound.

Sorscha walked through a gallery of frozen statues. An aura of killing cold stretched out from her, rendering everything to brittle ice.

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She could feel the whispers of the Guardian birthing into the world, crawling up out of every shadow, seeping forth from the cracks of the world.

Already its power grew. It swelled to encompass her own, its essence like a dead star to eclipse the world.

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There was something coming. Something big, nasty. Powerful. Barnabas could almost smell it. Something rising among the invaders.

Something he could kill.

More important, something he could call apotheosis.

A path among victims cleared before him, and he charged down it.

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Pyrrhus watched his priestess and master hurl herself at fellow Sul-Menites. Her voice was a hoarse scream.

It had all happened too fast. Too fast for him to prevent it. But he might still be able to stop it.

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“Intercessor, is this the best course?” High Exemplar Cyrenia asked.

Kreoss kept his eyes on the Temple of the Flame. “You weren’t there. She was merciless with the paladins and the lives of her Flameguard.”

“I heard a bit. Others say the Synod is discussing her fate.”