"Internal statement: This has gone far enough. Rerouting processing power, closing down superfluous processes."
Use robutt computing in conjunction with Clockwork magic to analyze what spells are causing this, then counter/nullify them like I did with that camp defence several mission back. Use my Interlocking gears (reusable clockwork magic totem) and my Inner core magical batteries (seperate items I got for this mission) to fuel this big spell. If both of those don't give me enough Oomph, use the power from the other totems I've got left. If those also aren't enough, use the power from my inner core. Leave about whatever amount I need for minimum functionality+10%, the rest can be used for the spell.
All or nothing, eh? Almost, anyway. Well, you discover, as the hallucinating goatman did a couple turns ago, that a room full of faces carved into walls, ceilings, stalagmites, stalactites, and columns is crying out in a hungry sort of agony, drawing in the unsuspecting and all that. looks like it has recently consumed a few others as well. You push back with a sonic magical interference wave. some of the mouths go still, some of the faces crack, and some of the screams change tone, creating a bit of a feedback loop. the strength of the spell drops rather noticeably, but you are well aware that a more permanent solution needs to be achieved, and soon, or the room will adapt.
(Well Harry seems happy so win?)
Damn I didnt mean to... you know what screw it. Come on dwarf man thing lets get the hell out of here
Find my way back to Clunker
You find Clunker doing battle with a cave. Like, a whole cave. Hard to tell who's winning.
Keep moving and grooving towards that music.
Like, voluntarily surrendering to the music? Good Lord, man! Have you learned nothing? You get right into the middle of the soul eating room, right up next to the Underdwarf currently being eaten alive by the walls. You try to enjoy the music and crawl into the pillar the Underdwarf is becoming a part of, but something about the music is off, and it irritates your soul. you stamp your foot in frustration. Meanwhile, the walls try to eat your brains, but, your brains being what they are, the walls find themselves struggling with this task.