A few days passed by,
Somewhere in the Ancient Redwood Country, old man Callen is discussing with his friends.
"Old Caleb, I need your help to kill someone. If you can kill him, I'll owe you a favor," he said to his friend.
They were standing above the clouds, hidden in the voids. But they could clearly see each other's faces. It was impossible for other Magic Lords to find them.
"He...He...He..."
"Callen, I didn't expect that you would come running one day to ask for help," a short old man said with laughter.
The old man appeared to be 60 years old. He was shorter in height, half bald with white hair. But his skin was wrinkled and old. His eyes were sunken.
He was one of the oldest Magic Lords in the Ancient Redwood Country. He was many hundreds of years older than Callen. But even he had been defeated by the passing of time. He had exhausted his potential long ago.
