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Rahm
unhooked his axe harness and lay it on the chair.
The weapon
itself he set within reach. As he released his grip on the axe, a
tremendous sense of unease shook him. Rahm looked around, absently
rubbing his ring.
To his
horror, two savage, disembodied orbs that blazed like fire glared at him
from the doorway.
"What in the
name of the Abyss?"
Around the
inhuman eyes began to appear a thick, black patch of mist--a body of
sorts.
Rahm pulled
back. The misty creature floated toward him.
Seizing the
nearby axe, the general took a desperate swing. The blade passed through
without effect. The mist around the malevolent eyes thickened. Thick,
brutish arms formed.
"Sargas
preserve me!" Rahm burst out. "Guards! Azak!"
No one
responded, even though he heard voices beyond the door. Somehow, he had
been cut off from the world. Desperately, Rahm swung the axe but
accomplished nothing. The cloud creature had no substance.
A scent
pervaded the room, one that reminded the general of a battlefield after
a struggle, when the dead lay uncovered in great numbers, the elements
already fast at work on them. The scent of death.
"Nephera!"
he snarled.
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