"You have no right to challenge here, pink-skin! Make peace with whatever shallow echo of the spirits you think you know!"
Cracked Claw scatters bones across the altar, the enchantment on the totems the honor guard carry unable to translate his words as he invokes another spell. The bones snap into a circular shape as they flare with energy. He bites a finger and drips his blood into the circle, summoning the chosen one back.
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