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"Oh, what a tragic story. I feel so sorry for you." Daniel says, patting Shank’s shoulder. Shank replied, “I wish I could do something about this.” Suddenly, the trees, rocks and grass liquefied and formed a humanoid form. The thing then boomed, “Greetings, Shank Jenkins Larson, elder of the Shadow Clan and second wielder of the Wind Blade. And greetings to YOU, Daniel Clifford of the Earth Clan.”
”Hey, Arcolmded! Long time no see! Where’s Merlin,” Shank asked, peering over Arcolmded’s muddy shoulder. “I thought you were always by his side, since he’s your bond. Or has your sahstheth been growing?” “Yes. Merlin gave me a ritual hut, and every day I do the ritual and fight holos.” Arcolmded replied.
”What are Holos?” Daniel asked, with a clear look on his face that he’s very interested. “Come on, I’ll show you,” Arcolmded said. ”Ride on my back.” Daniel and Shank did as they were told, and Arcolmded set off.
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