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Power overwhelming
A slight twitch of Jake’s eyebrows indicated that he was trying to claw his way out of a dark place in his muddled mind which now had lost all clarity of aim. His face distorted even more as he tried to make sense of the entire situation. Something was pushing him to the edge and he was slowly forgetting all human emotions. “Jake, please say something.” Zill’s quivering voice kept repeating the words. Jake clenched his left fist tightly and bit hard on his tongue, as if to punish himself for what he was doing. His friends tried to remind him how he had promised to save the humans of Xalinor and this made him even more confused. He was being torn between his human emotions and a Necromancer’s power lust. With a supreme effort of will, he slowly pushed back the evil urges, which receded in
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