3 mana

Dewin cast the spell on himself and was quickly encased by a ball of light, like a force field. The dancing flames only tickled him, but the pixies were not so fortunate and they all met their demise.

'I've always hated pixies,' said Dewin, looking down at the charred remains that fell down onto the roofs of the tiny houses. 'Pesky little things.'

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