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... Fjall and its human natives. He powered up with golden mana purely geared towards offense, his massive muscles bulging in flexion as he empowered his body with magical energy. "You will come to know your folly!"

"Erik, wait-," began Arav.

"Break through and run," said Erik more quietly. "I will hold them."

Arav understood then. Erik was sacrificing his life so that the others could escape. A noble, honorable thing to do, doing the name of the Fjallan warriors and their adheren ...

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