To make sure the boy is dead the guards descend from the high wall. The guards were being led by a mage with a sharp aura around him. He slowly walked through the river covering the prison. They found the boy soaked in blood and were not sure if he is dead or not.
There they spot an old man. He was drunk and looked wild. He carried an aura around him that just made him unapproachable. The guards started making fun of and mocking him. The old man walked through the grass as the guards were insignificant which might just be because they begin to lose consciousness one after another.
The mage was well-trained and well-equipped but still didn't dare to move because he sensed an insignificant difference in Strength.
The Mage will all his guts shouts "I'm Ulysses! A mage who has served the Great Brittania for many years. I Challenge you to a duel!"
The old man moves with slow and steady grace, each step a testament to the strength and resilience that have carried him through the years. And as he speaks, his voice is deep and rich, filled with warmth and kindness that immediately puts those around him at ease. But this wasn't the case with someone who had the intent to harm him
In the heat of the moment, the mage uttered a mighty incantation: "Boiardo!" Blue flames erupted in his hands as he hurled a blazing wave of destruction toward the ancient figure before him. Yet, to the mage's astonishment, the old man effortlessly exhaled a gust of air, extinguishing the flames in an instant.
The mage possessed a rare gift, one shared by few beyond the realm of beasts - an innate ability to gauge the strength of his opponents with a single glance. He knew then that he was outmatched, and his consciousness quickly succumbed to the overwhelming force of defeat.
The old man goes to where Raden is and whispers "Poor soul". He is soaked in blood but still somehow has consciousness with him.
The old man asks "So, Say Aren't you pissed?"
Raden raises His head and Replies "YEAH"