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... named after his weapon and, given the apparent power, designed himself. Tendrils of red energy spread out in front of him, scouring the battlefield like starving wraiths. The packed ranks of the slave warriors are ravaged, their shields never meant to stop magic. Orb weavers attempt in vain to take control of the energy but they cannot handle so many tendrils and, column by column, company by company, the spell engorges itself with blood. It leaves behind white husks baring their teeth to the he ...
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