"we've lost the top levels an army of kajhitt fights with them we need all the miracles you have, if we are to save the venom born."
Seettth heard the words and one of his heads retorted, "if you would have done your job, they would be dead or chasing a different lead. You have failed the venom born and nag. But I will save us."
The six heads chanted and prayed in unison. The filth of power flooded the temple and the corridors. Those dwarf spirits so long ago lost and slain by Brendon clung to their mine and their treasure. Now through the power of nag they emerged. Centuries of hatred and venom corrupted their soul as they absorbed hatred and malice from the holy defilers who made their grave a home.
"The unborn now rise and defend the venom born. One more life lost and chosen child shall lead them on."
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