'This is what I want to ask, you damned magic caster.' Danzel cursed at the magic caster as he slowly lifted his body from the ground, his body shaking from the lack of dead mana inside of him.
"No, you won't." Nevvan said as he pushed his mana into the ground and guided it toward the death knight in front of him. Making the ice that has been reinforced with mana under him starting to cover the death knights legs.
"You!" Danzel shouted as he used his shield to crash the ice that has grown till his waist. But once he did, the ice only showed small cracks.
"I have fought beings far stronger than you and I always came victorious with my magic. This won't change even to this day! Even less by a cursed being just like yourself." Nevvan said as he raised on his two feet with difficulty, his head staring at the spilled blood on the ground.
