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A tiny mote of pure darkness floats down from the heavens, alighting gently upon your head!
You call upon those beyond the veil as you intone, "Esut Lor."
A soft glow radiates from your skin.
Several moments pass, and then...
You prepare a spell.
[Your spell will be ready in 3 seconds].
. . .205410 points of vacuum damage to your head. 
The hazy shield of spiritual energy surrounding you fades away.
Your scars sink back into your flesh, leaving no blemish behind.
Your telepathic link to the thoughtnet fades away.
You feel your connection to the spiritual realm dissipate slightly.
Some of your extra vigor fades away.
The soft glow surrounding you fades away.
You fall to the ground dead.
As if sensing that the last thread of the circle has been spared, you suddenly feel a sensation of relief.
Your head is mutilated!