The fortress sat, dark and foreboding, in the distance. The Elf Wizard had finished their daily trance, and they were sitting by the fire, opposite the Angel they'd summoned to help with the fight that morning.
Eventually, the Angel asked a question, its voice oddly modulated and constantly changing pitch.
"You are able to manipulate reality. That one is connected to the Gods. And that one is connected to the World.
So why the one with just a pointed stick?"
The Elf Wizard considered the question.
"We need someone to handle tactics and commands."
"But-"
"Who is also disposable."
"Ah."
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