You are done with the chant. You play the instrument with an unbelievable speed: 'AeaH*h***Gdg' (Con fioco) You watch with selfpride as your con fioco hits Saelli. YUCH, Saelli's entrails spill all over the place. Saelli is DEAD, R.I.P. 474352: Saelli, the false lord of the underworld