You climb one of the tall wooden posts and lead the feral wanderers on a chase across the canopy. As they approach, gnashing their teeth and swiping their bony claws, you scramble away at the last moment—they plummet to the earthen floor below. You stare down at them all, gawking at their broken bodies before you return yourself to the earth again.
From the peculiar glow in their eyes, you are certain that the wanderers are being controlled by magic—but if that is true, where can the spellcasters be? Turning the question over in your mind, you look toward the temple you passed earlier. With your gifted sight, you can observe it quite clearly: the doors of its sanctuary are closed, but their edges are glowing an unearthly red! You make your way there immediately.
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