CLING! A black glass orb fell from the top of the labyrinth, hitting the roof of a home.
"Hurry! They are bleeding to death," A cleric shouted, pulling a large potion and pouring it on Merlin, "The situation is bad! Hurry!"
Two nuns rushed in as fast they could, drawing a cart behind them. "Who should we take?"
"Take Merlin, she's in a much worse condition," He turned and rushed toward Arad, "Come on, you're a big man, stay with us," He started healing him.
^Damn it. He has no pulse,^ The cleric growled. ^Spare the dead might save him.^ He lifted his hands, and they crackled with a blue spart. ^I heard you're a tough one. Come on, don't die from just your this.^
DING! DING!
The cleric stopped, looking back as he heard something. His eyes laid upon the black orb, seeing it rolling toward them. He started sweating, feeling the horrid curses boiling inside the unholy object.
