[Now please remember this is a fiction story. Don't take anything too seriously and enjoy. Warning R18+]
"Did you see what he did?"
"I think it was an illusion..."
"The guards are saying he has multiple cores…"
"Let's fight him together..."
The remaining six seafolk Grade II mages conjured their formidable weapons, their presence commanding, and their intentions clear.
They began to spread out, moving in a strategic arc toward Aizel, who held his ground with calm assurance.
Behind Aizel, in a burst of lightning, one of the mages appeared, crackling with electricity.
His rapier slashed through Aizel's back with pinpoint accuracy, sending a tidal wave of dazzling blue lightning in its wake.
However, in a breathtaking turn of events, Aizel erupted into fierce flames, the inferno attempting to consume the mage.
The mage's quick reflexes kicked in, and he backed away just in time to avoid being caught in the flames.
