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Marduk basked in the blood of his slain foe, seeing it as another unclean one wiped from Albion. He raised his arms to the air and let out a howl in victory as the Fomorian's tainted blood rained from the air. Victory has been attained, and the battle was over. This did not mean that his wrath waned, however.

"[b][color=BF4545]Accursed witchcraft![/color][/b]"

The Elf's spear quickly shifted into a massive blade once more as he cleaved his blade downwards at the Cyclops's hollowed neck. Gazing at how the arms were connected from within, Marduk let out a low growl as his suspicions were confirmed. His blade shimmered away as he hopped off the beast, walking past the two knights who had helped him slay the beast.

"[color=BF4545]Black magic. That thing was likely an amalgam of lesser beings.[/color]" Marduk began, picking up his discarded staff and scraping off what was left of the Fomorian whose skull he crushed from it. "[color=BF4545]Whether it's from other Fomorians or...[/color] Marduk growled, once more, "[color=BF4545]… other unfortunate souls is not known to me. What I do know is it was too smart to be a Fomorian of your standard stock, yet too dumb to be anything exceptional. My guess is there are darker magics at play.[/color]"

Marduk threw his hood up as he turned to the others, clutching his staff like a hiker's stick.

"[color=BF4545]You two aren't here for vacation either, I take it? Hunting for the cursed kin as well, then? If so, perhaps you can help me find the source of these attacks. You two are formidable warriors, and I'd rather not hunt a witch on my own. Just know this though.[/color]"

The Elf's eyes would shine once more, with the same golden glow that permeated his weapons.

"[b][color=BF4545]Don't get in our way.[/color][/b]"