"You bring us no choice, foul thing... tides come to our aid!" Riaghan cries out, hurling two bolts of water from his outstretched hand in hopes of knocking it to ground.
"You bring us no choice, foul thing... tides come to our aid!" Riaghan cries out, hurling two bolts of water from his outstretched hand in hopes of knocking it to ground.
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