|Legion damage: 950|
Duel power: 225
|8. "Wait! This is all just a misunderstanding!" you say.
A few of the guards prod you with their tridents, and the illusionary layer of merfolk flesh does little to ease the discomfort that causes.
"We'll feed you to the Ninth Terror!" Celcinoe declares. "Take him/her to the chamber of sacrifice!"
|Part of Merfolk Illusion Set|