Nobody knew what to say about this horrifying battle. Instead of seeing their supreme Senior Mage crush Gladius and Arianna, the Senior Mage was the one struggling to prop himself up with his magical staff. Blood stained his beautiful magical robes, injuries with wrinkling flesh made for a putrid, gruesome sight.
Mages couldn't stop trembling, a mix of fear and the effects of Arianna's ice cloud still permeating the atmosphere into a freezing chill. The world they thought they understood had been turned upside down in the span of a few moments.
In that moment, the Senior Mage's pupils dilated. Panic swirled through him with a rise of genuine fear.
Death, it truly felt like death was mere inches away from him.
When the Senior Mage looked to see that glistening ice shining off Gladius's spirit sword, he finally lost it.
"Ahh!!"
