You aim your wand at the shadow abbot and zap, briefly illuminating his face. A skull grins back. The congregants' blank eyes glow. You zap one. Nothing. "Exorcizamus te!" The cleric descends the altar steps, bony finger extended. "Vade retro Satana!" "No hablo." Incense smoke swirls into phantasms. The eyes of a looming statue weep blood. Chanting resumes, becoming a howl, starving, hysterical. You zap the altar. Dark silence seizes the empty ruin. A woman emerges, holding two torches.