As the days passed, Jaegar's skills were put to the test time and time again. His lightning danced across the landscape, arcs of energy striking down the beasts with deadly precision.
The purple mist, an extension of his will, twisted and contorted into forms that shielded him from claws and fangs. He moved with grace and power, his every movement a display of his control over the arcane arts.
He preferred using the power of chaos mist because it was more lethal and provided greater precision in his attacks.
On the eve of the final day of the event, Jaegar found himself on a tranquil beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. The air was heavy with anticipation, a sense of closure settling upon the isle.
He didn't exactly keep track of time, and he didn't know about the number of days he spent on the isle.
