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There are those who may think the Realm of Silence is a place of deep dark caverns. That could not be further from the truth. It is a region like any other in the Splinterlands that is full of homes, cities, and cultures. There are even universities that specialize in the study of magic, music, and geography. One such underground species that excels in academia are the Venari.

They created the Institute of Application that acts as a center of study for spells and tinkering. Those who wish to become fluent in spellcasting train to become Spellsmiths: masters of creating and using spells. It is through this knowledge they research and experiment with magic in order to unlock new ways to harness mana and the elemental forces.

A Venari Spellsmith is so dedicated to the art of spellcasting that magic itself became a part of them. While they themselves can manipulate magic to damage foes, magic burns through their veins. Upon death the radiating Mana explodes from their bodies, harming everyone around the Venari.
The Spellsmith set his jaw as the Minions of Chaos marched across the battlefield, laying waste to everything. The battle had taken its toll, but he and his comrades stood their ground, slinging spells at the advancing legion.

The mages of the Chaos Legion were masters of their art and weaved their magic like bards weaving a tale. They were battle-hardened, true, but they'd never faced the fury of a Spellsmith before.

The Chaos Legion's spells slammed into the front rank not thirty yards from the Spellsmith. He used his magic to reflect the damage back at the enemy, and many staggered and fell, smoldering. Next, he dispelled their protective magics, leaving them vulnerable to a counterattack.

A lighting bolt flashed from his fingertips, followed by a bolt of fire that ignited an advancing mage's robes. The man didn't slow. He raised his own hands, and deadly shards of ice flew at the Spellsmith and pierced his clothing and flesh.

The Spellsmith dropped to his knees, blood pooling around him. Now, the Chaos Legion mage stood over him, leering malevolently.

The Spellsmith smiled wearily and spread his arms, and his body erupted in a surge of arcane energy that tore through the mage's body, and he fell dead beside the fallen Spellsmith.

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