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"You seem so sure of yourself." The Dreamweaver noted to Carden. "Do you hear that?"

Carden could hear the screams of a few Nords through the fog.

"My Commander is making quick work of your soldiers." She explained. "They are no match for a Half-God."

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A group of Companions saw each other begin to glow green. "What is going on?"

"I can't see anything through this damned fog." Another muttered.

"Where is the Harbinger?" A third asked.

"What's that red thing...?" A fourth asked before a red-tinted man stabbed him through the chest.

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Taliesin smirked, he had intended the Imperial to try to dodge. A second spike came out of the ground behind him and pierced the back of Tyrennis' right knee.

The Imperial felt a jolt of pain from the stab and the warmth of blood running down his leg. This was no mere illusion.

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Kyrnil walked for what seemed like hours through the desert. The heat was severely effecting him, his throat was as dry as the sand, every breath hurt to take.

"This, this accursed illusion is nothing like I've seen before. I feel so real." Kyrnil muttered with a dry and raspy voice. He fell to his knees. "If this keeps up I'll die from the heat, my body can't take it."

He felt like tearing off his armor, but he knew from his experience in Elsweyr that exposing the skin to the sun would be worse. He looked up and spotted something beyond the dunes...it looked like a sandstone house. One that seemed pretty familiar.