Chapter 100
The tracker and his two companions moved through the trapped area, and the remaining seven followed. As soon as they were centered on his trap, Themistokles chanted to dispel his construct. The ground below the group gave way, and five of them fell into his pit. The inquisitor winced when he began to hear the screams and wails of the men who had fallen, likely impaled on the many wooden spikes he had hurriedly fashioned from what branches he could gather in time. However, his moment of hesitation at his duty had already come this night. As the tracker and his guards turned in alarm to see what had befallen their comrades, Themistokles called forth his flagging magic and cast another circle of silence. This one was smaller, merely two meters distance, but it would be enough. This time his c
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