Jaegar Ambrose
Level 8: Apprentice Wizard
Divine Abilities: Lightning
Primal ancient magic: Chaos Arts of Purple Mist
Immemorial Arts of Empyrean Magic
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As the awe-inspiring phenomenon began to subside, the beam of neon lights that had enveloped Jaegar gradually dissipated. He stood there, his head tilted back, his hair resembling a cascading crown of burning flames. The crimson glow that had enveloped him still lingered, as if he were a living ember from the heart of a wildfire.
Then Ellamaria, who was watching from the shadows, made her entrance.
She observed her Jaegar for a moment and spoke for the first time, "Finally."
"It's about time you bring out your cards."
Jaegar tilted his head, wondering what she was saying. Not that it mattered, he was going to kill her while extracting what he needed. She had given him the reason.
