Powerful magic met powerful anti-magic and the resulting blast created a shockwave so devastating that it levelled the landscape behind Rowan. Ahead of him, water reversed towards the castle in a wave so high that it crested the windows at the midway point of its height.
A shield absorbed the remaining energy in the shockwave and it protected the market from a similar fate as the rocks behind the anti mage. The shield was set up to protect the castle from magical and physical damage but somehow, Rowan had penetrated the defence.
"INSUFFERABLE BRAT!"
Ocean water parted for the old man who could be seen walking across the bridge of bricks. Alka, who had just suffered a fright of epic proportions, peeked out from behind Rowan.
He could make out a white beard that was braided into two tails. Bushy white brows and a bald head approached them.
"I TOLD YOU TO WAIT AT LEAST A WEEK."
"Why is he still shouting?" Alka asked Rowan.
