Artemis Fowl - The Last Guardian - Eoin Colfer

The Berserkers lay arranged in a spiral under the rune stone, looping down, down into the earth—boots out,
heads in, as the spell demanded. Of course, after ten thousand years underground, there were no physical boots or heads. There was just the plasma of black magic holding their consciousness intact, and even that
was dissipating, tainting the land, causing strange strains of plants to appear and infecting the animals with
uncommon aggression. In perhaps a dozen full moons the Berserkers would be gone utterly, and their last
spark of power would flow into the earth. We are not all disappeared yet, thought Oro of the Danu, captain of the Berserkers. We are ready to seize our glorious moment when it comes and to sow chaos among the humans. He sent the thought

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