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A worthy opponent
Jake quickly jumped back to his feet and pointed his bow towards the source of that voice. “Show yourself, you spineless coward!” he shouted. “Die, you filthy human!” cursed the mysterious voice, hurling a fireball at Jake. Jake dived to his right, barely avoiding the flaming orb which crashed into a tree behind him, setting it on fire. Zill panicked and ran behind a large boulder a few feet away. Jake kept his eyes fixed towards the mine’s entrance. He waited to get a clear shot at the target. “I don’t know how you managed to kill my people but I will make sure you meet the same fate.” The owner of the voice finally revealed himself. He was a warlock Elementalist clothed in a blue linen robe. In his left hand, he carried a wooden staff with strange red engravings on its body. As the
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