As you step into the gym, a cacophony of sound drums on your ears. Most of it caused by one patron in the center of the gym; me. “Five hundred pounds! None of you weakling shrimps could lift even half of that weight. And for me, it is just my warm-up.” I begin cranking out reps with my half-ton of weight. It’s too easy, I smirk, without a care in the world. I am oblivious to the fact that today you enter the gym with a spell that could take everything from me; my muscles.
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