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The elder smiles at you – Yes, there is no doubt now, you are a Pyromancer.
The Pyromancer controls fire; his power is endless, just like the eternal might of fire. A pyromancer will unleash a meteor shower on the city without hesitation, if necessary, of course; evil spirits do not like pyromancers. (Wow! What a great guy, you're a pyromancer – a fire mage! You flew down from the high mountains somewhere in the South and settled in the markets, among others like you, my feathered friend. You have a delicious profession: a master of shawarma, a wizard of kebabs. Your worst enemy is the sanitary inspector, Comrade Anishchenko; your best friend, you could say a relative, is the market director.)
The Pyromancer controls fire; his power is endless, just like the eternal might of fire. A pyromancer will unleash a meteor shower on the city without hesitation, if necessary, of course; evil spirits do not like pyromancers. (Wow! What a great guy, you're a pyromancer – a fire mage! You flew down from the high mountains somewhere in the South and settled in the markets, among others like you, my feathered friend. You have a delicious profession: a master of shawarma, a wizard of kebabs. Your worst enemy is the sanitary inspector, Comrade Anishchenko; your best friend, you could say a relative, is the market director.)
