[b][u]The End[/b][/u] As Warlock Holmes falls, the doors to the Temple burst open, the cold winds extinguishing the flames of the lamps and fire pits. The Witch Queen enters with an entourage of Wights and a sly grin. [i] "Oh dear, you defeated my poor little beasties…”[/i] As she speaks, the Witch slowly raises an outstretched hand, [i] "…but not before they spilled [b]soooo[/b] much blood.”[/i] The blood throughout the chamber begins to bubble and glow with magic, droplets rising before evaporating into red wisps of smoke. The extinguished flames of the hall reignite into raging orange blazes and a maniacal, somewhat mechanical laughter echoes within the Temple. The floor trembles and cracks, then you’re falling into darkness... [spoiler]That's it. Shows over. Scram![/spoiler]