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... e the doors would come together.

"This must be the boss room." Adel came to stand by my side. I nodded my head, agreeing with her. "We will need to be very careful. This is supposed to be the Goblin Chief."

I turned and looked at everyone. They were all now seasoned fighters. They could easily take on five hobgoblins each, even Adel. "I guess it is about time."

"About time?" Adel looked at me with a confused expression.

"I think it is time that I teach everyone new magic ...

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