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Bekei stood in the doorway, motioning for everyone to pass through. [color=#98A9B1]“Come on! Go, go, go!”[/color] His eyes were locked on Seele, however, who was exhausting herself to maintain her magic. [color=#98A9B1]“Seele, you need to let go! We’re not out of this dungeon yet, and we still [i]need[/i] you!”[/color] He gripped his greatsword and slammed it into the stone floor, channeling his magic into it. 

[i]Gaia’s Protection.[/i] He’d spent over and hour when he’d first started playing Pariah simply studying which schools of magic and what elements to take. He knew he wanted to play a tank; the leadership role and responsibility meant that people would rely on him in game; that was something he desired above all else. It seemed that the majority of players, especially tanks, trended towards enhancement; boosting their skills and their power on themselves. 

But a tank had to lead [i]everyone[/i] and that meant protecting everyone; front line and back. That’s when he realized how powerful conjuration magic could be; he could shift the ground itself into a protective form without relying too much on his own stamina to hold the conjuration. Rock and dirt was solid, and when bound together, would hold together long enough to protect against attacks. He didn’t need to rely on too much concentration or stamina to hold the form together once the spell was completed. 

Stone and earth began to shift in the room, and a pillar of stone began to shift and turn towards the middle of the room; building itself up atop the stone floor. The height was only so high, roughly six-feet. But it could hold the ceiling for a little bit longer; enough to help Seele and the others get out. 


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