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go, or all our work will be for naught! Come on!" He raced for the door, his
companions in tow.
"Good luck..."
Chapter 106
Initially I thought it was thunder that tore through at the wall between Inner
and Outer Curst, as if the chaos weren't enough without a Carceri storm
ravaging the city. When we arrived at the epicenter, however, the crushed
masonry and trampled bodies weren't the result of a tempest.
It was a battle between two fiends.
Agril-Shanak, who I had released from the grain silo... And Tek'elach, whom
we had seen so secretively huddled in the guts of Curst...
"Bar that, chief!" Morte cried out through the din, "Just let them kill each
other."
We gave them a wide berth.
"Morte, I need you to tell me about those blob creatures we saw beneath
the city."
"Blob... oh the lemures? Yeah nothin' special, chief. Just baatezu foot
soldiers. Don't think we'll have to worry about 'em unless they swarm us."
"Morte is correct," Grace added, checking over Dak'kon's wounds, "They are
among the lowest of the baatezu order. Mindless, obedient... and the
smallest scrap of their flesh can regrow the whole. I had once observed a
cornugon general gather a hundred thousand lemures, ordering them to
swarm across a battlefield."
She shook her head, "They flowed like water, clawing blindly at the tanar'ri
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