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Ferris:  Ferris and the others arrived at the Argyle estate to find the place had become a battleground. They had run their dragon carriage as hard as possible, and it had still taken several hours. The place was hell on earth by the time they got there. "So this is what they meant by undead warriors…" Ferris murmured. A man tottered forward with the point of a spear lodged in his head. What flowed from the wound was not vital red blood but yellow pus. The man collapsed on the ground. Yet, despite what was obviously a mortal wound, he flailed his body, working the spear out, and then, apparently unbothered by his shattered skull, stretched out his arms and attempted to attach himself to the next soldier he saw.
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Julius:  “A dark spell that makes the dead live. So this is the Sacrament of the Immortal King.” Julius had been watching, too, and now he spoke in a voice heavy with fury at the awful scene. Julius was typically quiet, but given to intense emotion. He was full of righteous indignation on behalf of those whose lives had been blasphemed by this magic. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he looked as if he might rush in at any moment.
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Fourier:  “—Don’t do it, Julius. I shan’t let you go ahead of me.” The voice that held Julius back was that of Fourier, who observed the situation from inside the carriage. The prince’s stern words caused the tension to go out of Julius’s shoulders, as if he were embarrassed at his own impetuousness.
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Julius:  “My apologies."