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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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Whilst the bigger void monstrosities had been dealt with and the storm had come to a sudden halt, the dance itself was not over.

Tranta spun her spear around as more voidlings made of spiderlings and goblins kept pushing. Perhaps the void knew that it would be a matter of time before the hearth was activated and perhaps they knew it was their final chance to take Uhladein in this moment. It was hard to not respect someone trying to take their moment–to take their dance to the next level. She smiled as she struck a hobgoblin in the chest and proceeded to amplify her magic before the flame split in half on one side and frost froze the other before shattering into tiny shards of ice.

A kickflip over another foe as she spun her spear behind her, slicing off the head of another goblin.

[color=593FFF]“No time to celebrate! We are not done!”[/color]
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