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The gnome looked tiny atop the rain-slicked spire. Clouds swirling around him, and his hair stood on end as sparks coursed through the air here at the storm's heart.

Light split the sky, silhouetting him in blinding light that seemed to tear him apart. Then came the thunder, crashing around him like a mighty wave. A cacophonous display of nature's raw power.

But just as quickly the flash vanished and the thunder rumbled to a purr, a glimmer could be seen congealed in the bottle held in the gnome's hand. The dancing, serpentine glow of a thunderbolt, now collected, gave light to an almost hauntingly mad grin.

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