The Southern Tower Master finished casting the spell the moment he heard Becrock�s words and looked toward him.
The last bit was Becrock�s responsibility.
Crack. Crack. Crack!
Black magic and magic mixed together to create a large shield.
Becrock looked at the tip of the red arrow on the other side of the grey shield and started to mumble.
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