Daemon is noticeably hurt (55%). You start chanting. Dunk dunk (2) You feel unearthly power hasten your casting. Banish demons: ### ,------------------------------------------------------------. | You don't have active cooldown periods. | `------------------------------------------------------------' Your fat ruler is surrounded by a bright glow, but it rapidly fades away. Voice of Sister Alysia echoes in your head, 'Your time is up, YOU HAVE FAILED!' Voice of Sister Alysia echoes in your mind, 'Illusion shatters NOW!' Bright light enfolds you. Ancient ruins. You have come to a small plain surrounded by ancient ruins. Huge stone rocks rise in the air all around you in a form of circle. The rocks bear many symbols and odd looking figures. Many of these mystic symbols engraved to these rocks have worn away over the years. Especially one smooth rock is full of odd named and symbols. The air is filled with magical charge, as if the time stops in the middle of these ageless rocks. A small path leads to the east, through the mountain pass. Obvious exit is: east. Sister Alysia the Inquisitor of Las Sister Alysia smiles at you and says, 'You did a good job and your final points were 4838744 points and you lasted 22 rounds' Sister Alysia smiles at you and says, 'Oh you improved your previous score which is now 4838744 points' A divine, white haze rises slowly from the ground; slowly, but steadily, it fills the whole room. You try to fight it as it pushes its way into your lungs. Your eyes shed tears as the vision of sight is reduced to nothingness. ..You can hear a distant, but yet so local, chanting echoing within the haze. Eventhough you can't see or feel anything, you can sense the repetitive chant coming closer, and closer... As you listen to the chant, a sudden feeling of drowsiness overwhelms you, ultimately pushing your mind into a mesmerizing trance. As you fall into the mercy of your subconsciouness you can feel the divine presence of Las melting with your mind. It carries a message: 'You have done well, sister Requiem. Whilst you've fought your way through the masses of fiends and demons, and proven your worth in noble deeds, I've been observing you. Your pure actions have been a exemplary, and you've been looked upon as the embodiment of a truly devout nun. Dear Requiem, accept this, as a token of your undying piety.' You feel more experienced. You feel more pure. As you wake up from your trance, you can see that the haze is long gone, and in your hand lies a peculiar object.