The silence that followed the explosion was suffocating. The forest was now eerily still. Adrius and Lysander looking around nerveously.
Lysander ran to stand beside Adrius. He clutched his staff tightly, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "Is he dead?"
Adrius's eyes remained fixed on the scorched ground where Theron had been struck down. The seasoned Archmage shook his head, his expression grim. "I don't think he's going to die that easily."
They stood there, side by side, every muscle in their bodies tensed waiting for whatever might come next. The air around them was still full with the remnants of powerful Magic, the scent of ozone still lingering from Lysander's lightning strike.
Adrius's voice suddenly broke the silence. "Prepare yourself, Lysander. This enemy is more powerful than anything we've faced before."
