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Nowhere left to run. Time to stand, or die.
"LIGHT IT UP!" exclaimed Captain Grinko, the last man of the mercenary company backing the College. "DO IT NOW!"
Zael didn't have access to his magic—neither he nor any of the College mages did anymore—but he had a firestarter kit strapped to a pouch on his belt as a backup. He knelt down and his hands, calmed by years of overcoming harsh adversity at Vel Anir's Academy, worked swiftly with the kit. The vegetation at the flat mountaintop's southern end provided ample material to burn for a signal fire, and soon one was born. From the plateau's northern end could be heard the chilling, systematic marching of the Ancient Dead, the legion of guardians awakened by the expedition. The signal fire would take time to grow strong enough to be seen, to provide ample indication of their emergency to the expedition's base camp far down in the valley. So that left everyone with no choice but to hold the ground they had long enough for help to arrive.
Zael stood. Turned. Drew his sword and stepped up to the front of the gaggle of magicless College mages, the Captain, and the few other freelancers.
"Gentlemen. Ladies," Zael said. "These are the most important moments of your lives."