Taiji

Maybe these are useful arguments...

-What is this, really? - grumbled Dormin, trying to wipe the remnants of the sorcerer off himself. -First, it's fog. Then, it's swamps. Then, it's a cold. Then, it's sorcerers. Then, it's explosions. Ugh, what is going on? I've lived in this world for so many years, and in these couple of days, I've seen more crap than in half a century.
Approaching closer, the dwarf examined what was left of the enemy.
-Magic, magic, a lamp, a key... Oh, it seems like it's not a simple one! And what is it made of, I wonder?

You have higher resistance, Hero!

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