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(Debris flies through the air. Noc, Old Lady, and the acolytes look up at the cage structure)

NOC: RUN!

OLD LADY: (staring, shocked, mesmerized) Ha - ha ha

(The god withdraws its hand from the flattened body of Xund́triggar. Spondule and Navichet lie on opposite sides of the ruined roof. Spondule raises himself, panicked)

SPONDULE: Navi--