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The marble walls reflect their faces

More perfect than they are

Agathus walks into a room

In the corridor

Silence lingers in the hall

Time goes on

And the Shadow begin to fear

Once protected by the great mage

And now alone

The Shadow stayed behind

The first of the Shadow enters

The second Shadow follows in

The third solemnly approaches

And when all he hears is silence

He follows

The fourth nods to the fifth and swears to return

And enters the room

Time goes on

Silence lingers in the hall

Time goes on

The fifth Shadow takes a breath

Inside the room the rest of them

Dead and gone

Agathus raises his staff

And strikes him down

The storm had not been sent by Death

The horde were not after the Shadow of Five

They had been after what was inside the cliffs of Mallon

On that third day

Agathus…

He is Death