He glanced at the small door, hoping that Gilbert and Samantha had already used the time to exit out from this warehouse compound. To his dismay, they were still behind the mace.
It vibrated with a transparent light that created a layer of force field that prevented the two from reaching the door. 'What kind of skill is that?
Is the Priest a melee fighter or a magic-user!' Jack screamed in frustration in his mind.
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