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Behind the safety of the barrier, having dealt with the homing bolts, James and Adam were no longer harrassed by the dwindling numbers of the enemy.  James was able to use his knowledge and understanding of first aid, human anatomy and medicine, imparted to him by his older cousin, to apply proper dressing, antiseptic and styptic to his critical wound.  Fast healing would do the rest of the work.  As for the healing he'd used on Adam - Lesser Restore, something that could only be cast on those gifted with the Source Crystal - no first aid was necessary for it to completely heal the Druid.

Adam's clever use of his ability to control even long-dead wood was a complete success.  Not only were the haunted suits of armour destroyed, but the cultist had been so focused on avoiding anymore intimate moments with Sil's talons while casting that he was caught in the bookcase attack.  He too was killed in action.

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When MacKensie emerged from the flames, flying through the air towards them, the Fire Specialist was taken by surprise.  Had MacKensie aimed her Deadly Flurry at him first, he would not have been able to react in time.  But because she used the first half of her attack to kill the cultist with the sword, he had just enough time to save himself with a protective ward.  He did not escape without being wounded first though.  Two bolts hit the cultist in the hip before the magical shield was up.

Barracker's heavy tower shield was thrown with such power that no one could have dodged it on purpose.  And it would have gruesomely killed anyone it hit.  Ironically it was MacKensie who saved the Fire Specialist by hitting him in the hip with two bolts, causing the mage to recoil and bend just low enough to duck the flying shield that went overhead.

But no one could save the magic user from a Fire-infused Fenna Postma.  The easy-going, kind mother of two from the Netherlands stepped up to give the cultist a taste of his own medicine.  Her skull-cracking attack landed cleanly, not only with power but with an explosion of fire magic, killing her opponent.

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Zell's relaxed victory pose was well timed.  The battle was over, giving him all the time he needed to bask in the glory of his stylish method of dealing with the dark bolts and the wraith who ambushed him.

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The library was a catastrophic mess.  Upturned furniture, collapsed bookcases, a table currently on fire.  Chunks taken out of the stone walls, paintings slanted or fallen completely.  The only sign of the wraiths was small piles of emerald spectre dust, where they had died.  The bodies of the four cultists were strewn about about the place.

Within view was a single door that led to the main corridor.  Anyone with a good sense of direction and bearings would understand that this door would put them much further down the corridor and thus, past one of the guarded, puzzle-locked doors.

And then at the end of the room, in the corner, was the in-tact bookshelf against the wall where the book, [i]Shattered Dreams[/i] would be.