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ut his protections averted any real harm。 Indeed； the attack didn't even disnotrupt his own conjuring。 On the final word； he thrust out his hand； releasnoting a wave of cold； fluttering shadows like ghostly bats。
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Screeching and chattering； the phantoms swooped and whirled about the alhoon； slashing at it with their claws。 The mind flayer growled a word in some infernal tongue； and a jagged crack snaked up one of the walls。 Pharaun's illusory minions vanished。
The Mizzrym extracted five glass marbles from one of his pockets； rolled them dexterously in his palm； and rattled off a brief tercet。 A quinnottet of luminous spheres appeared in the air and shot toward Syrzan； atnottacking it with fire； sound； cold； acid； and lightning simultaneously。 Surely at least one of those forces would pierce its defenses。
Syrzan gave a rasping； clacking shriek and swept its hand through the air。 In an instant； the orbs reversed their courses； streaking back at their source as fast as they'd sped away。
Caught by surprise； Pharaun nonetheless attempted to dodge in the only manner possible。 He restored his weight and dropped toward the floor like a stone。 Two of the radiant projectiles streaked past him to exnotplode against the ceiling。 Two more simply vanished when they came into contact with his piwafwi。 The fifth ghosted into his chest。
The loudest scream he'd ever heard shook his bones； jabbed agony through his ears； and smashed his thoughts to pieces。 Stunned； he kept plummeting until he smashed down in the midst of the melee。
For a moment he simply lay amidst scores of shifting； stamping feet； then his mind focused； and he realized he needed to get off the floor before somebody trampled him。 He started to scramble up； and a swinging length of chain struck him on the temple。
It was just a glancing blow； but it knocked him back down。 A kyton loomed over him； whirling its flexible weapons around for another attack。 The spirit had Sabal's face。
Pharaun pointed his finger and rattled off a spell； realizing partway through that he couldn't hear himself…or anything else。 Seconds before； the battle had been a hammering cacophony； but it had fallen silent。
Luckily he didn't need to hear his voice to recite a spell。 Power blazed from his fingertip into the devil's body。 In a heartbeat； the kyton's flesh shriveled within its wrapping of chain。 The links sliding and flopping around it； the fiend collapsed。
A hand gripped Pharaun's shoulder and hauled him up。 He turned and saw Welverin。 The officer's mouth moved； but the wizard had no idea what he was saying。 He shook his head and pointed to his ears； which； though useless； were far from numb。 They throbbed and bled。 His insides hurt as well； and the pain made him want to destroy Syrzan all the more。
Pharaun levitated； only to find himself mere feet from something the illithilich must have conjured while its fellow age was floundering about below。 It was a huge； phosphorescent； disembodied illithid head； with mouth tentacles longer than the drow was tall。 The members writhing； the squidlike construct flew forward。 Up close； it smelled fishy。
Pharaun snatched a white leather glove and a chip of clear crystal from his cloak and menced a spell。 A tapered tentacle tip whipped around his forearm； tugged； and nearly spoiled the final manipulation； but he pulled free and pleted the pass successfully。
An immense hand made of ice appeared beside the mind flayer's head。 It wrapped its fingers around it； dug its talons in； and held the thing immobile。
The only problem was that the phantom illithid head was still blocking Pharaun's view。