Henry emerged from the forest and swiftly dashed through the White Merchant Road, his silver blade glinting dangerously, aiming for the robed man. The crisp sound of his boots crunching the snow alerted the mage, who turned his head. He had already been anticipating an enemy, but didn't know from where they would launch an attack.
With a disdainful sneer, the mage's hands danced in the air, sparks of fire mana coming out of his fingers -"I have been waiting for this for fifty years...when I am near to reach it, bugs keep appearing!" - His movements paused, and an ancient symbol appeared in front of him, conjuring a fire arrow that streaked towards Henry with incredible speed.
