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"What the hell?!" Michelle yelled as the girls struggle to move through the goo. "Anti-magic pudding? Since when did magic and science came together?" Lorna asked. "Hey! There's no time to ask questions! Got any spell that can get us out?" Michelle asked. "There is no spell that can break us free. Unless..." Lorna begins to think it is now the right time to use her summoning magic. She thought of it deeply until finally, she has decided. "Girls, I want you all to never be alarmed. What am I about to do may be a surprise." She said before she closes her eyes and focus.
"Regular magic has its limitations, but the magic from those of Algwar are vastly different. No limitations, no boundaries, no restrictions. However, keeping them up active is a different story. I need to make this quick." Lorna thought as one of the runs on her back starts to glow.
"From the fiery depths of Hell you came, come forth and bring our enemies a searing pain. I summon thee! The Lord of Flames, Surt!"
A fiery red orb comes out of the runs. It flies around the girls with haste, melting the adhesive off of their boots. After that, the orb flew high and shoots itself down to the ground. What comes afterwards is a giant with a flaming sword. He stands up and looks down at his enemies with a deathly glare. This is Surt, the Lord of Flames.
"Regular magic has its limitations, but the magic from those of Algwar are vastly different. No limitations, no boundaries, no restrictions. However, keeping them up active is a different story. I need to make this quick." Lorna thought as one of the runs on her back starts to glow.
"From the fiery depths of Hell you came, come forth and bring our enemies a searing pain. I summon thee! The Lord of Flames, Surt!"
A fiery red orb comes out of the runs. It flies around the girls with haste, melting the adhesive off of their boots. After that, the orb flew high and shoots itself down to the ground. What comes afterwards is a giant with a flaming sword. He stands up and looks down at his enemies with a deathly glare. This is Surt, the Lord of Flames.