"You bastard!"
Sylvester scoffed and threw the crystals at the man as well. But he was clearly the most experienced and powerful as he used the air element to blow the crystals away.
"Fine, since the nuisance is gone, we can fight conventionally." He said in a challenging voice and jumped off of the light step, straight to the ground. Then just when he was about to land, he used the air element to soften his landing. This was why most wizards don't die just from falling.
'The bomb was too strong.' He thought, seeing the blackened land in a large radius while the burning ashes still fell from the sky—covered in dark smoke.
Thud!
When the man landed, Sylvester turned to focus on him. "I don't think even the body of your daughter is here. But still, maybe you can look around to find one of the bones… or if she had any lockets?'
His wish was to anger the man, and he succeeded pretty easily.
"Fuck you! Bloody sun fucker?"
