Run
We turned around. Seiran's cry echoed ominously, a cry that presaged the worst horrors. Then we felt that blast, that gust of icy wind that made us shiver from head to foot. Black smoke was coming from all sides. We ran as we had done since the beginning, with all our strength. Ceilings collapsed, walls crumbled under the shock of unknown and considerable magic, while a black mist pursued us. - Quickly this way! Abi led us through countless corridors to an ostensibly special, incredibly large room. The young magician waited for everyone to cross the threshold, then stepped back, lit up, and quoted the formula for a spell in an awful, hoarse voice, then colossal doors closed, too slow in my opinion, the mist was coming dangerously close, turning everything it covered to ash. - Hurry up..
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