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You sense crystals of ice form in the air around you. They glint like sparkling diamonds and visibly bend the light into waves from the clash of cold and warm air. It floats in the air like smoke around you; to anyone watching from afar, it looks like a harmless swirl of white.
It is anything but harmless.
The Goddess has heard and answered your prayers, well pleased by the vow of sacrifice in her name.
<span class="mu-g">Vow of Sacrifice: You owe Beira meat and drink from your table. Do not forget to discharge your vow...</span>
You toss the cloud of icy cold at the rampaging Wyvern, and the effects upon impact are impressive to see. Whiteness immediately forms over the black scales of the wyrm, creaking and cracking as it traverses the body and congeals blood and flesh into a solid block of ice around the neck. The monster cannot breathe and cannot dart its head forward to attack.
Eyes flashing at the opportunity, Gareth lifts her lance once more.
<span class="mu-g">"Knight of the Seventh Seat shall never suffer ignoble defeat. My lance conquered many a knight; this wyrm's might is but slight."</span>
Is it your imagination? No, it's not. Just as Gareth makes her blow, the color of her armor changes to red, and her lance instantly becomes white with heat, as though left in a fiery forge. It is a true and fatal blow, with the tip of the weapon piercing the open maw of the beast and exiting the back of the head, cooking the flesh before bursting into flames. You would think a dead thing would stop biting, but clearly, the Wyvern didn't care much for your opinion despite being partially frozen and on fire. It chews and bites with unceasing rage on the superheated lance, and it tries a last death strike with its stinger tail on Gareth. It is a desperate strike in vain as the Knight lifts her shield to block the final blow with ease.
It is the end; the Wyvern twitches and gives one last bellow before slumping dead in a black pool of its own blood. The sizzling head of fire put out by its own spilled blood on the floor.
Gareth celebrates her victory while you quickly look around the room and see that your guide has dropped his guide stick and Peacemaker on the floor. You even see that he's left his lantern behind in his blind panic to escape. The poor goat must be terrified out of his wits to leave all that behind. You reach down and pick up Peacemaker and hide it under your cloak before the Knight notices.
"Meep! Victory!" One of your warriors scampers closer to the dead beast to give pin the convulsing stinger tail to the ground and prevent it from accidentally hitting anyone. Then he starts poking around the still-twitching corpse.
Clearly, that particular Baphomet is careless and trusting. The other two veterans are still on their guard, warily watching Gareth. Indeed, the young Knight has subtly shifted her lance and shield to defend against a possible attack.
