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They went behind the stone wall, leaning their backs against it.

"I just need you to attack from afar and distract them," Erik said.

Richard struggled to hear amidst the barrage of attacks raining down on the wall.

"Do nothing dangerous, Richard, or the whole point of coming here to get you out would have been pointless!"

Richard nodded, and then Erik channeled mana into his Frostwind Fire tempest brain crystal power.

A dense cloud of vapor formed ...

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