|Introduced:||That Which Is Ours|
- Virindi Consul tells you, "Fleshling. Try not my patience my humor is at an end."
- A shrieking sound pulses from the core of the falling Virindi. Thin wisps of darkness lick the ground and filter away into the shadows nearby.
- A shrieking sound pulses from the core of the falling Virindi. A swirl of violet light and palpable darkness reach toward you as a voice echoes screaming in pain and rage.
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