In a deep pit, a bloodied old fellow struggled to crawl out, and after much effort made it to the ground, where he lay, staring blankly into the sky.
"The evil god has favored me, oh, how tragic this is. I, the esteemed Mage Sophie, basking in the glory of a nation, worshipped by thousands, am defeated by a mere boy today."
Mage Sophie was filled with a faint sadness, and his entire body's meridians were completely damaged, his strength gone, never to return.
The divine power that once allowed him to control life and death had completely left him, and at this moment, the vital energy within his body deteriorated, nearing the point of a dry oil lamp.
"Huaxia boy, I am defeated. Do as you wish, kill or mutilate, us Sofits are not the kind to fear death."
Grand Sorcerer Sophie struggled to his feet, his face a picture of moral integrity, and truth be told, he did embody it to a certain extent.
