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"If he tries anything like that again, I give you permission to attack him." Coridal told his servant.

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Sodahrin sipped some tea, then noticed Anariel's line of sight. "Child." She called to Cyrele.

The shy elf looked over at the goddess hesitantly. "Yes, mistress?"

"What was your little one called? I don't seem to recall." She asked.

"Her name is Nilmis, mistress." Cyrele replied.

Sodahrin smiled. "A beautiful name, for a beautiful little flower."

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"It's merely the fate I was born into." Ehlin replied.

Abalai didn't retreat, despite Cele's order. "We have him outnumbered, two to one."

The white-haired elf chuckled. "You are mistaken, old friend. I've got you surrounded."

The pyromancer looked around. Did more cultists sneak up on us while he distracted us? He wondered, but that didn't appear to be the case. No one else was around. "You're bluffing."

"Have I been away that long that you'd forget the extent of my powers?" Ehlin asked. Though he didn't wait for an answer. White aura eminated from his hands.

"You were a Restoration teacher, not a combat mage." Abalai argued.

"I am much more than a healer." Ehlin warned. He cast the spell onto the ground and the whole area became covered in the same white aura. "Circle of the Damned." he muttered.

Abalai had never seen this power, he wasn't sure what to expect.

The ground around Cele and Abalai began to open up and from it a dozen spectral skeletons appeared.