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The king slapped Ambrose's shoulder so heartily that it nearly broke his Shapeshifting spell.
Ambrose hurriedly bowed and stepped back. "Your Majesty is wise. I will make the arrangements at once. As for these gentlemen…"
His gaze shifted to the three court mages. All of them looked tense.
As Ambrose glanced their way, they took deep breaths and prepared for a fight. Given what had just transpired, the Ragetide Kingdom might well attempt to take them down right here, right now.
But they were all also keenly aware that they might not survive a direct fight.
Tharok, for one, was an alchemist with limited combat capability. The kingdom could not afford large-scale development of magical automata, and he had come to the meeting unprepared; he did not have enough potions on hand for a real fight.
Winston, the necromancer, was even more on edge. He was moments away from summoning undead—but he hesitated. The king's eyes were already turning silver-white. At such close range, a necromancer might...
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