{I think the people of Dydil know secrets. They were the ones the gods had entrusted the scroll to and they, too, know a lot about Kratarmarhl. Yet, the gods stripped them of magic. Why? I wonder.}
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The phantoms stormed the island, tearing through buildings and burning humans and animals to dust and ashes. Their howls and ghostly wails filled the air, sending trembles down the bodies of all the islanders.
They were scared, Sharen knew, and he could see them quaking while glancing at him—eyes filled with hope and faith. Sharen was at a loss what to make of the situation. He couldn't fight those things; he'd never seen such before.
No offensive spells could deal damage to the phantoms and aside from that he had no idea what could. Sharen was scared. Having these people look up to him for salvation yet he couldn't do anything tore at his heart and mind. He didn't want to fail them but he didn't know how to save them too.
