You are done with the chant.
You clap your hands together and say 'fah mar nak grttzt' (lava blast)
You watch with self-pride as your lava blast hits Ekrochei.
Your fingertips are surrounded with swirling ENERGY as you cast the spell.
The air is filled with pure energy and crackles with power.
[ UNSEEN BURSTS of magic are absorbed into the spell! ]
Ghost of Jewell whispers: 'Yes, slay the evil!'
Zerks' Paingiver axe GLOWS chaotically!
Vesku's Paingiver axe GLOWS chaotically!
Azgaroth utters a prayer for the fallen foe 'In nomine Faerwon. Amen.'
[ Skull charged! ]
Ekrochei loses the privilege to live.
Ekrochei is DEAD, R.I.P.