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You are very tired. Wearily, you close your eyes and call on the Elementals for their aid. Your chant ends, and at first, it seems that you have failed. Then you hear the sound of rushing water: a gigantic wave rises up further along the river. The foaming, white crest of the wave towers above the bridge in the shape of an outstretched hand. The watery fingers clench to form an immense fist that smashes onto the bridge, crushing it as though it were made of matchsticks, and drenching the three of you, as it washes the bridge downstream.
‘Such power!’ Tanith exclaims, her eyes shining with childish delight and admiration.
The spell has cost you 1 WILLPOWER point.
