*At the same moment at the South Gate of Ignistar*
Heinhard, clad in a luxurious long robe, stood before two sorcerers. His face was calm, as if dealing with trivial matters. Over 100 years old, he did not consider these young ones his opponents.
"I advise you to surrender. In my magnanimity, I shall grant you a painless death."
Heinhard was an Eighth-Level Star Enhancer, and his dominant aura intimidated Joseph, a Dark Sorcerer who was a Fourth-Level Star Enhancer, and Nora, a First-Level Archmage with an affinity for illusion and water.
Flames roared, devouring everything in their path as Heinhard advanced inexorably, his blazing lance in hand. His eyes shone with a fiery glow, reflecting the fury of the fire within him.
Joseph laughed enigmatically. He drew his sword, darkness coiling around the blade like serpents of shadow.
