‘They’re illusions, Lieutenant. Can’t you tell?’ No. ‘It’s all that uncertainty – they don’t know what they’re facing. Quick Ben’s playing on their fears.’ ‘Blend! Wait! How in Hood’s name can you tell?’ ‘Not sure, but I can.’ The Seerdomin unleashed waves of grey sorcery that broke up over the legion, sent snaking roots down towards the eight demons. ‘That will have to knock them out,’ Blend said. ‘If Quick Ben ignored the attack, the Pannions will get suspicious – let’s see how – oh!’ The magic darted like plummeting nests of adders, en wreathed the roaring demons. Their death-throes were
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