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The Medoran soldiers almost seemed to clear a path for him as he made his way through the battle. He shook his head to himself as he thought of the fools. They were afraid of him because he was a Mage, and instead of trying to kill him, they just let him pass. It was certainly easier than hacking his way through the Bhoors though. The Bhoors didn't care who they killed; all people who did not worship their god were their enemy.
His breath caught in his throat. On a hill not far away, he saw a flash of red in the sea of men. Although he had never seen it in full, he knew that he was looking at the armor of Arius, gleaming with a crimson sheen that lit the field afire. It was a dazzling sight, and he almost turned away from the fiery glory as the sun beamed off the armor. He smiled, happy that Denura had made it to the battle.
Then his smile withered. He saw Tannis Tirinius, then the girl. He felt his blood run cold as he realized that the man wearing the Armor was not Denura, but Rommus. He stood tall and proud on the hilltop, raising his sword above his head. It caught the light of the sun, reflecting it into his eyes and making him squint.
Then there was a menacing crack of thunder, accompanied by thick veins of lightning that came out of the clear skies above and licked at the golden blade that Rommus held in the air. Immediately the ground shook with an awful violence, opening up huge tears in the earth and sending nearly everyone stumbling to the ground. When he got back on his feet, he was amazed to see that the Medorans were all standing tall, unaffected by the spectacle. If Rommus had learned to use his power, he had to be stopped. Uritus wasted no more time and ran towards him.
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