He had left the underground cavern when the wind had carried a message from Ytar to him, alerting him to danger. The bone demon had only been the beginning. The balance in the elements had been upset by its presence, and that would surely bring more fiends, drawn like moths to a flame. The others needed time to explore what was underneath the ruins, and he would give it to them. He expected trouble. But even the monk was surprised by what he found. In a smaller clearing below the cliff, the men were chanting softly. They wore cloaks adorned with runes and carried long staves that they leaned on for support. Their hoods covered their faces completely. Spikes protruded from their bodies in a gruesome display of religious fervor, and behind them lurked monstrous berserkers, their greenish skin and rippling muscles seeming to glow in the shadows cast by the trees and the clouds that loomed overhead. A berserker threw its masked head back and roared at the sky, then took a spike and hammered it through a cloaked man’s neck.
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