Levi approached John, a mix of pity and amusement on his face. "It seems that you have lost," he said, looking down at the defeated mage.
John coughed up blood and struggled to rise, but his strength had been depleted by the intense battle. He could barely move, let alone defend himself.
"You think this is over?" John spat out, his voice weak but defiant. "I will not be defeated by the likes of you."
Levi simply chuckled at the absurdity of John's words. "You talk big for a man lying on the ground, beaten and broken," he said. "Your power was impressive, but it was nothing compared to the strength of my magic."
John gritted his teeth in anger, unable to come to terms with his defeat. "You may have won this battle," he growled, "but the war is far from over."
Levi shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face. "You still don't get it, do you?" he said. "There is no war. There is only the struggle for power, and you have lost that struggle."
