Loten turned and faced the specter as it blinked its demonic eyes. A slow hiss pushed forth " Sssstupid foolsss..." The paladin cried out when a chilly strength-reducing force cut through his body draining the very energy from him. Erelis and Marks fought back and slashed their weapons in all directions, but nothing happened; they could not see the shadow trying to kill them!

Clutching his heart with a trembling right hand, the hobbit cursed through clenched teeth " Damn you foul beast!" Struggling awkwardly to his feet, he looked back at the fallen priest. He tried to steady himself, but regretted faintly " I'm too weak."

Aided by the backlight of the doorway, Aramil stepped back and watched the paladin trying to fend off the unseen attacker. " Loten, are you okay!?" yelled the frantic mage " Do you need help to get out of here?!" The answer was a stifling cry and the warrior fell to one knee gripping the enchanted sword loosely.

" We are no match for this demon!" yelled Erelis. He ran after the tear-filled Nanith who reached the exit with heavy, shuffling feet.

" Spawn ssshall serve meee....." sibilated the shadow as its black shape hovered above the knight. Its eyes bright globes of malicious red. Loten crouched in fear and struggled to hold up the sword as a last defense.

Suddenly, a violet energy missle blasted out from Aramil's hand sinking right into the center of the dark, evil mass. A piercing shriek was heard followed by a sizzling, rank odor of death.
In back of the abbey, the altar quickly caught fire followed by the kindling of broken furniture at its base.

" Get up!" screamed the wizard and he pulled at the warrior's arm " We need to get ourselves out of here!"

The paladin, obviously in a stupor, stood on quaking feet and struggled to regain his composure. A humming noise emanated throughout the room and a thick rancor of mucklike oil ran down the walls. " This place is coming down." whispered Marks while sheathing his sword. He then helped Aramil drag the dwarf to the doors and out of the building.

In perfect forecast, the ceiling started to cave in; its ebon stone weakening and crashing to the surface below. The walls dissolved, liquifying the ancient runes of the old religion. A great raging fire burned the entire back of the church while the three made their way into the sunlight of the late morning. Their eyes hurt when focusing on the yard before them. Erelis and Nanith stood courtyard center apparently confused about something. The cracking of the church roof was heard followed by a bang of a large bell. The entire structure was ingulfed in a furious inferno in a manner of two minutes and the fellowship watched as the final energies of an evil magician's dominion began to tomple before their eyes.