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... arm, a green glow lit up at his fingertips, lightly tapping on the trident’s shaft, and uttered in a low voice:
“Flee!”
The talismans attached to the trident lit up one by one, and the next instant, the soil under everyone’s feet parted like waves, starting to fall freely downward. The young dwarf cried out in fright, clutching Lancelot’s legs tightly, while the elf priest and human scholar steadied themselves after initial panic, each grabbing one of Lancelot’s arms, as he held ...
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