The Follower's body had been pierced all over. In the chest, belly, thigh, and arm, invisible spikes had torn holes. He arched, hands slamming open and flat against the soil as if he were a door hammered by wind. Blood drooled out around the spikes that weren't there.
The High Priestess' hand moved down from his head to his cheek. She stroked it once, thumb grazing the corner of his open mouth. Her own breath had gone thin and fast.
"We've found it," she murmured with a husky voice. "Azaroth's Heart…"
The Follower's eyes rolled white. He went limp slowly, and died.
At the same time, spams went through the unconscious Follower lying down behind the High Priestess. His body had been linked to that of the Golem and, as the latter died, so did the former.
"Another," she said. The circle drew in and widened at once.
A third Follower man pressed his forehead to the ground and offered his head. The High Priestess' palm settled.
Her sight ripped back to the forest.
