"Ềgmiej ựlǿ, ﻻkởðt!" I chant repeatedly, into the darkness, running as fast as my legs can carry me. The light in the corridor is scant, with occasional sconces - some dead, others dying. Several pistol shots and curses echo through the chamber. On my lips are the words that soothe the savage beast, but they are suddenly interrupted when I find myself colliding with a pair of bodies.

In the darkness, my Master's voice cries, "Keep chanting the words, boy! It's working!"