Ulfur and Braschiold stood spaced apart from each other. Ulfur kept staring at the skinny boy whose face was filled with confidence, he was irritated but he couldn't ignore the fact that the boy in front of him was emitting spirit mana even though it seemed to be a leak that even the young boy had not noticed.
Ulfur brought out the sword beam, it wasn't like it was a physical weapon, it was pure magic at work, it made a whooming sound as he swung it in arcs towards his left and right. He looked at Braschiold again.
"Come!"
Ulfur was a cocky being but he had his tremendous strength to back up his nastiness.
"Rise Ifrit"
𝑾𝑯𝒂𝒂𝒂𝑴𝑴𝑴
Ulfur's eyeball almost popped out from the way his eyes widened at what he was seeing.
