Todays bright idea..

Daedaleure places his book of Histories on the desk, sees the empty page
in front of him and looks at you with his piercing black eyes. After a
short sigh he lifs his pen back on the page and starts writing again.
With a slight mutter of anguish (of your failing attacks) he describes
YOUR violent death in the Great Library of Shadowkeep.
You have been written out of History.

Your armours absorb some of the damage.
That really HURT!
You scream in pain under extreme magical pressure, you think you are DYING!
You die.