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

A bright nimbus of light surrounded my hand as the ray of force shot
forward, shattering her barbed shield, spearing through her black heart.
For a moment Ravel looked down dumbly at her chest. Dark blood was
pouring from the small wound already, running down her blouse in ebony
rivulets. She looked up to me, the fire in her eyes dimming, lips turned down
in a sad frown. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but slowly, quietly,
her eyes rolled back and she fell with a quiet thud against the earth.
The legend was dead.
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I could feel them gathering the moment Ravel died, scuttling along the
edges of reality and billowing in like black mists from the edge of oblivion.
The shadows that raged and hunted without limit.
They were coming for us.
I was numb standing over Ravel's corpse. The blood continued to trickle
from her body, and the blue-violet hue that tainted her skin was draining
away. Those eyes, once filled with fire and barbs, were glassy and pale, like a
doll's. I made quick work searching her body for whatever we needed to get
the hell out of here.
A scroll, a devilish-looking eye, a shard of Ravel's fingernail that looked
cruelly vicious as a weapon... strange charms, but what else could I expect to
dig up from a crone trapped for centuries in one of the Lady's mazes?
"Ye've got what yeh wanted now, let's give this place the laugh, aye?" Annah
seemed just as stunned. She didn't even bother to make the sign she usually
did to ward off evil.
"Yeah," I grumbled. For a moment I was tempted to run my fingers through
the hag's hair... I almost pitied Ravel now, fragile as she seemed lying in the
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