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- Samut had studied the effects of Hazoret's magic, of course, but experiencing it was entirely different than reading about it.
- She needed to fight.
- She needed to win, to appease, to curb the favor of the chosen daughter of the God-Pharaoh.
- Hazoret's magic was a welcome, zealous fire in their minds and a rush of strength in their limbs. All were enchanted, all were under the same spell. Each driven to maim, kill, let go of their logic and embrace Hazoret's fervor.
- Conscious thought was lost.
- Only the need to battle remained.
- The cartouches of control vanished from the sternums of the dissenters, and with their bodies their own once more, the group of heretics surged forward.
- Samut launched herself toward Djeru alongside the frenzy of dissenters also charging. The magic twisting her body and mind told her to fight and kill. Her heart reminded her of her goal.
- She had to keep Djeru alive. By any means necessary.
- Jace was the first to attempt to use magic. Instinctively he raised his hand, intent on crushing the mind of the initiate running toward him. When no light came, no mana rose to meet his command, his eyes went wide in surprise. The initiate rushing him bent forward, lifted, and threw Jace onto his back and knocked the air out of his lungs.
- JUDGEMENT
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