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Twenty Two
In all of Sir. Oswic's life as an Enchanter - a wizard, precisely, ‘Invocasi Repelleos’ which caused neon blue and green streamlined energy that had been interlaced with one another, giving the viewers a cinematic view, shot out of wands.
The severity with which it was pronounced usually determined how far and sometimes, how potent it was, too. It was one of the most puissant spells ever, capable of knocking down a raging lion away just as easy as one flicking a troublesome insect away with his fingers, and that was why it came as an astounding shock to Sir. Oswic when the thrilling energy that came with voicing out the spell had almost no effect on the tyronimic that was still charging towards him but now at an increased pace.Sir. Oswic didn't know what to do but the tyronimic did, it had to eat and that was what it was getting to.
In the very last second, Sir. Oswic resolved to the only option he had to save himself - andRelated chapters
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