In the midst of a beautiful night, where the sky was adorned with shimmering stars, a mansion hosted a lively party filled with people engrossed in gossip and dancing. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the mansion, surrounded by trees and a grassy field, two individuals stood facing each other.
"Look, I don't want to waste my time on trash like you," Rylan sneered at Kaelen, "So, I'll give you a chance. Get on your knees and let me kick you in the face, and I'll forget everything and let you go."
Kaelen, unfazed by the provocation, responded calmly, "I have a suggestion for you too. How about you crawl back inside the party, and I'll let you go?"
"You're dead!" Rylan declared, his hand glowing as he pointed his palm towards Kaelen. In an instant, a massive fireball materialized, far larger than his palm.
"So, you're a fire mage," Kaelen remarked with little interest.
