Shaman Mace of the Citadel

Mace of the Citadel isn't your flashy Archon – no thundering spells or crackling energy. Clad in simple robes, he wields a gnarled staff, a Shaman, one of Aethel's rarest wizards. His magic? The land itself. Through ancient rituals and communion with nature, Mace taps into the primal magic coursing through Aethel, coaxing life from barren soil and mending fractured earth. His connection grants him an uncanny awareness of the Gloomweaver's touch. Though some scoff, Mace, a symbol of resilience, stands firm – a testament to the raw power that lies dormant within Aethel, a power that might yet heal the land.

In Shaman Mace's words:

"The land whispers its woes, Aethel groans. But listen closely, for within its every groan lies the answer." - Mace of the Citadel

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