Lazaryos' pace grew as did his breathing. He felt as if he was being stalked at every turn. Finally, Lazaryos couldn't stand the dust anymore and sneezed. Not too long after that, it sounded like a horde started gathering around him. He ran harder and harder, the sounds of their claws and growling growing louder. Finally, he cracked and collected a bit of his majicka and fired bolts in all directions around him. Lazaryos grunted as he fell to his knees from the majicka expenditure. The bolts lit up everywhere around him for a few seconds, there was nothing there, and the bolts just dissipated into the wall, not so much as scratching the surface. I get it, now. The weak of mind die from the delirium. Son of a bitch. So those are the "Monsters".