You bury your sword in Daggoras's body, even as he lays in the ichor.
He wails terribly as the life leaves his body, then withers like a burning root. You do not remain behind to watch, for you have other work to do now.
You approach the Weavers of Fate, your sword raised. But no sooner have you taken three steps toward them, than you feel a terrible burning in your skull! You reach up to find that the golden band, which the gods had bestowed upon you as a protection, is growing hot to the touch.
Suddenly you find that you have turned from the Weavers and are walking away from them! You sheath the sword and leave the chamber. You meet a black chariot at the door, with no horses to pull it. You step inside, and a moment later the vehicle is flying, carrying you back across the landscape of the dead.
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