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... zens of corrupted element spells attacked them in response, blocking most of their attacks. Wizard and wyvern slayers did not have the same limitations as spirits and could cast spells with even more power within the field of the dead.

Few spells got through and hit Treevor, but a barrier of dark amber stone easily blocked it. Treevor was weaker than the spirits, but between the incomplete spells and the constant supply of amber energy he received, the balance of power tipped for Treevor ...

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