"Yeah," I replied. "Keep going."
The Mythslayer led us Southward into yet another dark passage. I could see fairly well at first by the glow of his eyes, but after a while I noticed the light starting to dim. In fact, the Mythslayer himself started walking slower, as if getting weaker.
"What's wr0ng?" L33tz4n asked as she slithered to his side.
"Don't know..." he replied. "Something's... blocking my power... blocking magic..."
Fawriel and Araches exchanged terrified looks; they must have been thinking the same thing I was. Long ago, we had encountered several things that blocked the effects of magic. They had all been different, but they had one thing in common...
"Can you k33p going?" L33tz4n asked.
"I'll... try."
"Suck it up, slayer!" Shuri scoffed. "You're supposed to be mighty, remember?" Before she could even finish ridiculing him, the Mythslayer vanished in a pillar of light.
"Oh no," said Fawriel. "It can't be..."
From the shadows leapt another cyborg zombie. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was not only a cyborg zombie, but a rabid cyborg zombie! The impossibility of a dead person contracting rabies defied the laws of nature, rendering our magicks useless. The evil abomination latched onto my neck, and sucked the blood from my veins until everything went dark...
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"Silly mensroom prophecy," I said, just before the toilet exploded. As I stood there covered in someone else's legacy, I realized that the situation felt eerily familiar.
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