In a shack near a town, there is a man who most people would describe as a mage, robe and all. He was currently concentrating on a ritual that, if successful, would create an elemental spirit to be his assistant. This ritual was very expensive, requiring many rare gems and metals. His mana was still nice and high, so there was no way this could fail. Except there was. Right before he was done, he sneezed. A look of horror was on his face. His mana was gushing out like a stuck pig. And right when the mana was emptied, the ritual finished. And a unnatural spirit was borne.

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