we hope to feel the pull of the goddess on our souls. that's what you'll feel. if you feel your magic being slurped out, it's not that, it's simply the pull of the goddess on your soul. don't worry about it. 

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panel 1: Marek continues (off-screen): "So let us honor her in turn. Our... shaman has reached the pinnacle, our altar." Hana is led to the top of the mountain by preachan, where there's a strange little console in the middle, with wires coming out and buttons all over it.
panel 2: Marek continues (off-screen): "He will now beseech her favor." Hana nervously looks to the console, clutching some rectangular piece of tech in his hands.
panel 3: Marek continues (off-screen): "Focus your hopes, dreams, your prayers for Cadia towards him." Hana looks down at the preachan who walk back down the mountain, leaving him alone at the top.
panel 4: Marek puts a hand over his heart, smiles sweetly, and continues: "And let us hope we all feel the... pull of the Goddess on our souls."
panel 5: Marek waits for a moment, looking annoyed.
panel 6: He turns back to the Priomh and shrugs. She glares and snaps her fingers.
panel 7: Hana clutches at his throat, the choker tightening around his neck.
panel 8: He looks down at the town again nervously.
panel 9: He stands over the console, pushing his rectangular tech thing into the top of it.