(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

eyes.
What I didn’t consider was the chain reaction...
WHACKOOOOM
Wisps of particulate metal and seared stone fluttered down on us like petals
scattered over the victors, and Rubikon snarled, tossing aside the last skull.
He looked down at the smoldering remains of his guard.
"Argh! How is this possible?!"
I replied with invocations of slashing blades, shards of magic bolts, and
finally... yes, lightning. Rubicon literally fell apart when the searing white
bolt struck him, sending his parts scattering to the floor, still twitching and
sparking with static electricity.
Huzzah. Time to rifle through his corpse and take his stuff, because that's
what you do in these situations.
A portable portal lens... a true prize that'd be useful in Sigil, and a scroll
bearing the formulas for a powerful spell designed in the rigid alphabet of
Mechanus. It'd take some time to decipher, but from what I could
understand already it looked like it'd be powerful.
"All right. Back to the engineering room."
Fall-From-Grace looked up, her palms placed against Annah's arm to mend a
broken bone, "And what of Ignus?"
"We're leaving him behind."
It seemed to be another person who said those words to the modron
engineer, and when I think back on it, it seems like I'm watching the scene
from outside my body. With heads bowed (except Nordom, who chirped
irreverently as always) I gave the command: grim, determined, my gut
churning at the thought that there was someone still in the complex.
"Reset the dungeon."
"Collapsing current dungeon..." the room filled with a low thrumming sound.
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