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The sun-sword begins to glow and become warm in your hand. The blade points of its own accord towards the spiked helm and, at once, you sense that it is prompting you to destroy the evil artefact. Obediently you obey its silent request. You raise the sun-sword and bring it crashing down on the helm, splitting it asunder. There is a violent splash of hissing sparks and, when the sparks dissipate, you see that no trace of the helm remains; it has been utterly destroyed.

Purposefully, you turn and walk towards the Shadow Gate. As you leap into its spinning core, you pray that you will arrive back on Magnamund in time to thwart the Deathlord’s evil plan.

Turn to 200.