The air trembled as the red and black figure descended from the sky and then crashing into the ground where Theron had stood just moments before. The impact unleashed a powerful explosion. Fire erupting from the spot. The flames raged for a few seconds and casting orange glow across the battlefield before finally dissipating, revealing a man clad in black and red scales now standing tall amidst the charred earth.
Erend stepped forward from the charred crater and moved toward Adrius and scanning the Archmage for any sign of serious injury.
"You alright?" Erend asked with concern laced his tone.
Adrius still catching his breath, but he managed a weary smile. "Yes… I'm okay. Don't worry about me," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching upward into a smile. "Just running out of Magic."
