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Summary: When the Slane Theocracy angers Ainz Ooal Gown, his storm of wrath threatens to erode them to nothing. Will they weather the storm, or will the lights of the Theocracy go out?
Please note: this story may contain flashback/memory scenes, or events of the past. They will be marked with * at the beginning and end of the scene. Italics represent thinking, anything in [ ] is a spell, Item, or Skill
Chapter Three: The Downward Spiral
"What does this mean? It's obvious who the beast is, but how does Surshana know Ainz Ooal Gown?" Raymond ranted, unable to comprehend what was happening. The God of Death had never mentioned Ainz, at least not in any documents.
"That matters little, Raymond. The past will not change the present. The Gods are gone, and we are here. The question is, what do we do? Ginedine Delan Guelfi, Cardinal of Water, spoke for the first time since the meeting began. He was a man on the quieter side, and preferred to listen most of the time.
"Indeed. We cannot rely on the gods to help us, but we can rely on the God-kins." He said, emphasizing the kin. "You may speak." He said to Sylvin, who look like he wanted to say something. "Will I be sent out to fight again?" Raymond nodded in affirmation, and Sylvin paled a bit. Even though he was afraid of the vampire, he would fight for his country.
"Good, that's settled. Go fetch Zesshi." Yvon instructed.
As Sylvin left to go fetch his fellow God-kin, he brooded over what was to come next. Zesshi would certainly be pleased, being the battle maniac she was. While he was confidant in her ability to defeat the vampire, he was not sure if she could beat the Sorcerer King. Well, I'd say the vampire is stronger, but Zesshi would still win due to the Divine Items from the gods. At least, I hope so. He wandered the halls searching, until he finally found who he had been sent to fetch.
Zesshi Zetsumei was leaning against the wall, her trusty scythe [Reaper's Judgment] next to her. She was messing with a chain that Sylvin recognized as one of the puzzles left behind by the gods. Noticing his approach, Zesshi stopped fiddling with the chain and look at him. "The Cardinals sent me to fetch you. We shouldn't keep them waiting longer than we have to." Zesshi bent down and picked up her weapon, and pocketed the chain. As they walked together, Zesshi spoke. "Meeting with the Cardinals huh. Maybe they are going to let me play a bit. I'm bored."
"I believe that's exactly what this is about." Hearing Sylvin's answer, Zesshi seemed hopeful, and above all else, giddy. "So I heard you traveled to Nazarick on a mission. I also heard you ran away like a little bitch." Zesshi poked fun at Sylvin, hoping to rile him up. However, Sylvin had known Zesshi a long time, and was not nearly foolish enough to take the bait. "That's true, I did run away. And I'm sure as hell glad I did." Zesshi frowned, having failed at angering him, or at least upsetting him, but she was also concerned. While she didn't like to admit it, she quite liked the God-kin. She did not have many, or if she was being honest, any friends. But she considered him one, and was glad he was still alive. What concerned her was that she knew his power. It took something powerful, or terrifying, to make him run, not to mention glad he ran. While pondering the matter, they arrived before the door to the council room. Without hesitation, she opened the door and walked in.
"Zesshi Zetsumei, thank you for coming." Raymond began. "As you know, Sylvin Getsis, captain of the Black Scripture, along with the Clearwater Scripture, were deployed on a confidential mission to invade the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the home and fortress of Ainz Ooal Gown. We have decided that you need to know the details."
Zesshi jerked her chin, telling him to continue. "The raid group made in into the tomb, but were unable to access the first floor."
Hearing this, Zesshi looked at Raymond like he was an idiot. "They made it in, but not to the first floor? What the hell does that mean?"
Sylvin explained. "From what I could tell, we only reached the entrance of the tomb. Also, the floors are descending in order." Sylvin put up one hand, then the other about two inches below it. "The floor up here is floor one, this one is two, three, and so on." He put a hand above the hand that marked floor one, "And this is the entrance we were in."
"Ah, thank you for explaining that." Zesshi said it sarcastically, but she really was thankful. After Sylvin finished, Raymond continued. "Like I said, they never made it to the first floor. They did, however, make it to the staircase to it. But they were halted by the appearance of one of the demon maids. From what Sylvin told us, it was monstrously powerful, and held off Sylvin while managing to kill three Clearwater members. Even so, they were able to slowly beat the beast back, and eventually managed to kill it. Tired and wounded, they began to retreat, but were halted once more, this time by a vampire. The same vampire that killed Kaire."
At this, Zesshi perked up. She remembered Sylvin telling here about a vampire, but upon hearing that he thought it was weaker than her, lost interest. "The vampire used an unknown spell to turn the maid's blood into spears that killed that rest of the Clearwater Scripture." As Sylvin told them about it, he shook his head. "Not only that, but I've learned that the vampire is a servant of the Sorcerer King. She kept referring to a 'Supreme One', just as the maid had."
Raymond nodded, "That is indeed bad news. We will work out how to deal with her again into our plans." He turned to Zesshi. "Zesshi, it is time to put this undead down. We will prepare for war, and you will face that skeletal bastard. You will have the full support of the other Scriptures, and you will be outfitted with every Artifact we can give you." Zesshi looked pleased. "When will this war begin?" she asked.
"We will not be declaring war. He does not deserve that. We will simply send you to Nazarick to kill him. But not until we learn more about the floors."
"Well, let me know when to move out." Zesshi turned and walked away. She looked forward to the coming battle.
This is going to be the most fun I've had in decades, she thought.
Ainz Ooal Gown sat on [Throne of Kings], the world item that was among the gifts from the devs that the guild had received for conquering Nazarick on the first try. He was currently talking to Gondo Firebeard, head of the Runic Development Committee, who were responsible for creating runic armor, weapons, and infusing the road and buildings with runes, as well as further developing runic tech. Gondo had accidentally stumbled upon the massive benefits of imbuing runes into building and roads. Runic buildings never eroded, never cracked, and could withstand any environment, provided it wasn't as extreme as, say, the Fifth or Seventh floor.
As angry as he still was, he understood that being consumed by anger would breed nothing but trouble. So he cast the anger aside and focused in the problems in front of him. After all this time, he was finally confident in his ability to rule Nazarick as it's supreme overlord, but was still unsure about leading a kingdom, soon to turn empire. But he had other things to worry about.
"Gondo, have you succeeded in what I asked of you?" Gondo nodded, a massive smile on his face. "Yes, your majesty!" Ainz was pleased. He had ordered Gondo to do two things: be able to create a top rune, and find a way to be able to successfully enchant a runic item. He had accomplished both tasks, and had succeeded in discovering not one, but two top runes: Castle, a top rune of protection and durability, and Golem, a top rune of strength and power.
"Good. Now I must ask you for something else, as well as introduce you to someone." Ainz tapped the guild weapon, and a wrinkly old dwarf came forth. Gondo stared, in awe. Despite his obvious age, he had the aura that Momon, as well as the Sorcerer King himself radiated. The complete confidence in his abilities, as well as knowing he stood at the top of his field. "This is Godrir. He is an area guardian of Nazarick, and resides in a cave on the Sixth floor. He is a craftsman, and he was created to be the best of the best. If I were ever to remake the [Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown], which I am considering, I would trust no one but him. However, as good as he is, he knows nothing of runes. So I would like you two to work together to create a set of armor for me using runes that I will later enchant as well."
"Your majesty, forgive me for asking, but you are a magic caster. Wouldn't armor only slow you and hinder your movement?" Gondo inquired as such, and Ainz laughed. "Yes Gondo, that would normally be the case. However, Godrir can create it in a way that does not put any negative repercussions on me." Godrir beamed with pride, and Gondo was amazed. "Your majesty, one last question. Why do you now require armor?" Ainz looked at Gondo for a moment before the earth-shaking bloodlust burst forth, but much weaker this time, as it only shook the room, not the whole of Nazarick. As it stopped and Gondo looked terrified, Ainz gave his answer. "I will soon be going to war with the Slane Theocracy. Are you aware of a group within them called the Black Scripture?"
"Of course, they are famous for their might even to us dwarves."
"How about Lupusregina Beta?"
"What is this, a test? She's one of your most trusted maids and a member of the Pleiades that guard the Ninth floor. Or do they guard the Tenth…"
Ainz chuckled. Seeing Gondo always was just what he needed to calm him down. As nice as it was having the NPCs around, Gondo's innocence made him a bit more special. "Yes, you are correct. And for the record, the are headquartered here, on the Tenth floor, but move around Nazarick." As he explained, Godrir, having the typical short temper that most dwarves had, was getting a bit annoyed.
"Lord Ainz, can we stop going on tangents? Aren't you going to tell them about Lupu?" Ainz nodded, then got the conversation back on track.
"Yes. Of course Godrir." He turned back to Gondo. "As I was saying, the Theocracy sent a party to Nazarick. Lupu confronted them, but they managed to kill her. She has been revived, of course, but I am still angry. So I will make them regret the day they messed with Nazarick. Godrir, make the armor befitting me. I shall leave the design to you, and Gondo will decide what runes to use."
"Lord Ainz, it will take 3 days to make the armor."
"I am immortal. 3 days is nothing."
Both the dwarves signaled they understood, then walked out of the throne room, and headed to Godrir's residence. As soon as they left, Ainz called out. "Demiurge." A moment later, the suited man with the armored tail stood before him. "Lord Ainz," Demiurge said. "What do you request of me?"
Ainz smiled inside, always happy to see Demiurge. The man truly was a genius, and was worthy of being among his closest aids. He and Albedo stood as his left and right hands, and he was grateful for it. Even if they were both sadistic, though Demiurge took the word to a whole new level.
"How stands Re-Estize? I believe you had hooked that little Renner girl?"
"Indeed. Renner has proven most useful. She is ready for us to take out the Kingdom, and force it to vassalize. In addition, once the vassalization is complete, she will become the next monarch. Even now, people are pushing for her to rise to power."
"As expected of you Demiurge. You have done flawlessly. Carry out the vassalization order at once." Ainz laughed, glad that things were going his way. "Demiurge, you are aware that we are going to war with the Slane Theocracy, correct?" After hearing Demiurge's conformation, Ainz continued, "Even so, you do not know the minor details. As such, I will tell you them. Normally, we would massacre their army, then take over the Theocracy. However, doing that may show that we are unwilling to wipe out countries, and will incite future troubles. Therefore, I will wipe them off the face of the planet!"
As Ainz let off an evil laugh, Demiurge was caught between two emotions. Joy, that Lord Ainz was happy and that humans would die, and fear, that Lord Ainz was this angry. "My Lord, if I may. Isn't this going too far for Lupusregina?"
As he muttered those words, Ainz laughter ceased. It did not die down, but stop instantly. Ainz glared at Demiurge. "Choose your next words very carefully, Demiurge. They may be the last you speak as an ally of Nazarick." Ainz voice had changed, going from its normal noble voice, to a voice that embodied the pains, screams, and suffering of hell. Demiurge nearly fell down, terrified. The aura coming off his master was unimaginable. This was an aura that showed you stood on a knife's edge between life and eternal death and suffering. As those thoughts ran through Demiurge's head, he remembered times long past. Before the other Supreme Beings left.
*"Ulbert, where is Momonga? He doesn't normally leave the tomb. But I've looked everywhere, and he doesn't seem to be here."
"Why would he be here on the Seventh floor? He is undead, and weak to fire. Not that that matters, but I'd imagine it's still odd for him to be standing in what is essentially hell."
"You know what I mean."
"I really don't. What do you need him for, anyways?
"My special day is coming up soon, and I want to see if he can come. You'll be there too, right?"
"Peroroncino, why would I skip your birthday? Of course I'll be there! Anyways, Momonga is out on a raid right now. Trinity threatened to use [Ahura Mazda] on us. I've never seen Momo so mad before. It actually scared me. I guess he's number one for a reason."
"He's not number one. Aren't he and Touch Me tied for number one?"
"No, didn't you see their battle history? Out of the 112 times they fought, Momo won 58. That's 2 more than half. Even the latest scoreboard update puts him a few points above Touch Me."
"Didn't know that. Totally unrelated, but just FYI, Touch Me's gonna be at the party."
"Ah, don't worry. We've work out the kinks between us."
"Good."
"I hope Momo comes back ok. [Ahura Mazda] is a world-level item. I remember when Trinity was so happy to get it, too, with it being one of the Twenty."
"Yeah. Oh shit, it's almost midnight. I gotta head off, I work tomorrow."
"See ya, Ulbert."
"Bye!"*
He even scared the other Supreme Being sometimes. Demiurge bowed, realizing he took his joke about Lupusregina not being worth the trouble too far. "I beg for your forgiveness, Lord Ainz."
Ainz calmed himself, noticing that it was only a joke. "No, I'm the one who should ask for forgiveness. I've been a bit on edge since the raid." Upon hearing that, Demiurge's eyes widened in surprise so much that his glasses fell off, revealing his crystalline eyes. "No, my lord. I took things too far."
"Perhaps," muttered Ainz. A few moments of silence passed, and Demiurge was sweating, as much as a demon could sweat. He prayed Lord Ainz forgave him. The only thing that terrified Demiurge to the point where he'd want to curl up in a ball in the corner and sob for eternity was the thought of the Supreme One leaving, just as the others had. He'd be clueless on his own.
"Demiurge, regarding the Slane Theocracy, I will be deploying Gargantua. What are your thoughts?"
"I'm unsure why you're asking me," Demiurge said, relieved. The master was not mad. "Will you be deploying him to simply trample cities?"
"That's correct. From what I've seen, nothing in this world can come even close to a challenge for him. Even if he was to die, revival is free, with him being a gift and all. And as to why I'm asking you, you are much more intelligent than me."
"Lord Ainz, you flatter me too much!"
"It's true, Demiurge. We created you to be smarter than us all. That was, IS, one of your purposes. And you do it flawlessly."
"Is that really true?" Demiurge never knew that.
"It is. I am not nearly intelligent as you make me out to be. I've lied to you all for quite some time now. I will sometimes try to plan ahead, but it never goes to plan. I haven't even thought where I want to take my kingdom tomorrow, let alone 10000 years." Ainz lowered his skull. "I regret lying to you all. I've relied on you because I can't do it myself, and I'm ashamed. I didn't want to let you guys down, to think less of me and the other members of Ainz Ooal Gown."
He lied to us? He did all that for us? Demiurge let out a few tears, which crystallized into extremely high purity diamonds. "Lord Ainz," he croaked, "You did not let us down, and I think higher of you, not lower! You lied for us, and that means more to me than any plan. And you say you are not intelligent, but that's simply untrue. You have the unique ability to plan perfectly on a whim, whereas I plan for the far future. If my all my plans failed, I would be able to make a new plan that quickly, but it would have only a 10-25% chance of success. From what you've just told me, and by my calculations, your plans that you make in just seconds or less have a 90-99% chance of success. That is beyond lies and luck. That is true genius."
Ainz was silent, taken aback by the pure feeling invested in those words. They erased the shame he held for so long and made his emotions swell. His suppression system squashed them down again, with nothing but a deeper love for his friend's children remaining.
"Thank you Demiurge. You remind me so much of Ulbert." Ainz looked to the ceiling. "Ulbert was evil, sadistic, and violent, but he was very caring to his friends. Just like you. Speaking of which, I have a job for you." An inky hole in reality opened up, and out of it Ainz withdrew a small figurine. It was of a goat-like demon, with many arms, holding differently colored jewels. "I believe you remember this."
"Of course my lord. That's is the product of Ulbert's experimentation. The jewels are enchanted with [Armageddon Evil], which summons large amounts of demons."
"I want you to try to do what Ulbert could not. Are you aware of the world item [The Four Horsemen]?" Demiurge thought for a moment, trying to remember. He had knowledge of all the world items from Yggdrasil. "If I'm not mistaken, it's one of the Twenty, and summons an infinite amount of demons to take over the world. It can only be stopped by another one of the Twenty."
"Correct. The item fascinated Ulbert, and it was one of the only world items that are a part of the Twenty that we never procured. By time Yggdrasil fell, we had 18 out of the 20, yet another thing we were famous for. Ulbert created that hoping to try to replicate the world item, but could not get the spells to activate at the same time, so he abandoned it." Ainz handed Demiurge the item, which Ulbert named [Silence of the Goat], and Demiurge received it like it was a delicate object. "I am entrusting you to the task of making the spells activate simultaneously, to do what Ulbert could not. If you succeed, it will be able to summon a nearly unlimited number of demons, and vastly increase the power of Nazarick."
"Understood, my Lord."
Ainz leaned back in his throne, ready to change subject. "Demiurge, what do you think of the [Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown]?"
"I am familiar with every world item, and that staff is registered as one. It unbelievably powerful, and could likely level countries. It is also only wieldable by you, and grants you ultimate authority over Nazarick's systems. Even the one's that require all 41 Supreme Being's consent."
Ainz laughed. "Yes, it is most powerful. I am also thinking of having Godrir remake it."
Demiurge was shocked. Remake the supreme weapon? Absurd! No being is worthy of such a task. Godrir is, he reminded himself. He is a craftsman of the highest degree that three Supreme Beings worked together to create. "Why would you do such a thing?"
Ainz sounded cheerful. "This world contains power not of the old world. This is such an item." He took out a deep purple orb, slightly translucent with dark smoke swirling within. "This item is called [Orb of Death]. It is an intelligent item with the power to absorb negative energy. I wish to infuse the staff with such an item."
"Intelligent? What is that supposed to mean?" Ainz handed him the item, and instantly heard a voice in his mind.
Greetings, demon. Am I to understand that you are a subordinate to the Supreme Ruler of Death? The voice was feminine, and seemed to carry the feeling it had for Lord Ainz. That is correct. You seem very loyal to the master. That pleases me.
Thank you, exalted one, it purred. Demiurge handed the orb back to Ainz, where he set it on the armchair of the throne. "Such an item could be very useful to one such as you." Demiurge was glad that the item would prove useful.
"It will be more than useful. Are you aware that I constantly have to hold back my aura?"
"My apologies, I had not know that. Pardon me asking, but why?"
A black aura expanded around Ainz, and the room grew cold. Ice formed in the floor, and the [Orb of Death] started to cloud over. When Demiurge breathed, he could see his breath turn to mist, with a small portion of it freezing and small flakes fell to the ground. Demiurge shivered. This was a different feeling then the one Ainz gave forth when he was enraged at the Theocracy. Just as fast as it came on, the black curtain receded, and the room grew to a comfortable temperature once more. "That is why," Ainz answered. "My body constantly radiates massive amounts of negative energy, and it has a negative effect on living beings. But if I utilize the Orb, it can absorb that energy, and I will not have to hold that back anymore. The only issue is that the orb cannot hold such large amounts of energy, but if it's infused with the staff, that's a different story. I can use that stored energy to create almost 3 times the amount of undead per day or use it to power spells."
Demiurge smiled, as he knew that was not all there was to it. "There is something else, isn't there Lord Ainz?"
The demon was as perceptive as ever. "So you noticed. It also serves to feed my passive skill [Negative Trick]. If I was to die, the staff could hold enough energy to revive me." Upon hearing that, Demiurge frowned. He did not like to think of the Supreme One dying, but he had a point. As powerful as Ainz was, he was not invincible. The [Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown] was powerful enough to nullify any world item's effect, but he could still take damage from other sources.
"That will be all, Demiurge. Tell me the results of your work with [Silence of the Goat] as soon as you get some." Ainz spoke, interrupting Demiurge's train of thought.
"As you with, my lord."
Godrir and Gondo arrived at the cave on the Sixth floor. Inside, it did not look like a cave as much as a workshop. Riveted metal lined the entirety of the inside, with multiple furnaces, seemingly fueled by magic, were burning bright, lighting up the place. Shelves lined either side of the place, with tons upon tons of metals. Adamantite, Orichalcum, and other metals that were unknown to Gondo. In the very back of the workshop was a wooden door. Gondo guessed that was the residence of Godrir, were he slept. Next the said door was a massive vault. Bloody hell, that thing looks like it could shrug off a blow from a dragon. Gondo didn't know what was behind that vault, but he knew it must be valuable.
"What's in the vault? Gold?"
Godrir glanced at him, his wrinkled face breaking into a smile. "Nothing so worthless as gold. In there lie my work tools. That vault is one of the most protected places in Nazarick. The Supreme Beings themselves would have trouble cracking that safe. Moreover, if broken into, the contents automatically teleport to the Treasury." Godrir walked over to the door and put his hand in the middle. With a hissing and a clanking noise, the vault door slid inwards, then swung out of sight. Inside were two items, a beautiful hammer, inlaid with gold details and a massive crystal as the pommel. The crystal was constantly changing colors, going from green to red to blue, and everywhere in between. The hammer's head itself was black, with gold edges. The other item was an anvil, forged from gold and platinum, studded with the same crystals as the hammer, albeit smaller, but more numerous. Gondo had no idea, but he was looking at two world-level items. The hammer was [Ethics of Hephaestus] and the anvil was [Jrmyth Venna]. Together, they formed a combo, allowing one to create items of Guild-level.
"Gondo, start up the big forge. Just press the green button." Godrir picked up [Jrmyth Venna] and lugged it out next to the big forge, that by now was roaring, a deep, low sound. "Gondo, go fetch my hammer and bring it to me!" Godrir fiddled with a few knobs on the furnace, and the heat went up exponentially. When Gondo came back Godrir looked at a clock on the wall. It read 4:21 pm. Perfect, I can still get the metal. Ainz had allowed the vending machine-like contraption in the vault access to the Treasury, but only from 4:20 to 4:25, and only for that day. Godrir walked back into the vault and passed Gondo who was carrying [Ethics of Hephaestus] to the anvil.
On the side of the wall was a console, with a keypad below it. Godrir walked over to it, and pondered what material to make Ainz's armor out of. Whelp, he thought, gotta use only the best for the master. He punched in a number, and an ingot materialized in the hatch below. He typed in a few more numbers until he had three types of material. Godrir loaded them all into a cart, and wheeled them to the anvil, where Gondo stood waiting.
"What kind of metal is that? Never seen it before." Gondo inquired as to the materials, and Godrir flashed another grin. "I use only the best for Lord Ainz. The armor will be made out of an alloy of Celestial Uranium, Celestial Iron, and Zicrotic Carbon. Here, take this." Godrir handed Gondo a ring. "It will nullify the need to sleep or eat. We'll be working for 3 days strait ya know." Gondo nodded, and slipped it on. He immediately felt energized. Well I'll be damned! These things are great! Godrir had already started putting the materials into the forge, where they quickly started to glow.
Gondo knew.
It was going to be a long 3 days.
Renner sat at the marble table in her bedroom drinking tea. On the table rested an encoded message left by Albedo, telling her it was time to begin the plan to vassalize the Kingdom.
She smiled. It was a wicked, evil smile that would chill most men to the bone. She would be queen when the Kingdom was a vassal. But that's not what excited her so. With her powers as the queen, she would be able to choose anyone to marry, and no one could say no. She was also glad to not have to deal with her stupid brothers anymore. The crown price was dead, slain near Carne Village, and Zanac would be killed during the vassalization plan. What a perfect way to kill, she thought. A heart attack will look like a natural death. When both princes are dead, she will be given the throne. She would be able to protect her Climb forever. Thank you, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown. I will never be able to repay you for this! When she thought of Ainz Ooal Gown, she remembered how Albedo told her what had happened to one of the maids, and that Ainz was furious as the Theocracy.
"They're dead!" she said cheerfully. The Theocracy was doomed. They had decided to ride on a downward spiral, with no way off.
And nothing but death awaits those who ride.
And there is Chapter 3! 5500+ words, part of a plan for killing the Theocracy, a new character, some of the pressure lifted from Ainz's shoulders. T'was a good chapter.
IMPORTANT NOTE!
Upon saving this chapter to the Document manager of FanFiction, I noticed that the items, which originally had the greater than and less than symbols surrounding them, disappear upon saving. Unfortunately, that means not only do I have to change those symbols to [] for the rest of the story, i have to go through chapters 1 and 2 and change those symbols. Fortunately, I don't thing there are that many. So if I miss a few, please let me know in the review section so I can fix it.
For anyone who is curious, Godrir is a level 100 NPC, but with no fighting prowess at all. He can swing his hammer at something, but that's about it. He is also an OC.
I've personally always wanted to see a Fic where Ainz is finally able to tell the denizens of Nazarick, but especially Demiurge, that he is not as smart as they always thought, and they believe him. Unfortunately, I've never found one, so I made that happen myself! I also really wanted to include Gargantua. He is such an awesome being with so much power, but I can probably count on one hand the amount of Fics I've read that includes him. Even in the Official LN, they almost never use him. Cmon Ainz! You have a golem the size of a small mountain! Use the damn thing!
If you are questioning the armor, it's mainly for the purpose of looking awesome. But it serves a practical purpose, too. As a magic caster, if you get close to him, you have a much higher chance of winning. Solution? Armor!
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