A man in a black garment hit his wooden crooked staff against the ground with a light force, and he became visible.
His beards fluttered gently as he watched his slave warrior oppress Asher's men. His eyes were on the wolf, for he hungered for its corpse. He averted his gaze from the battle that would soon end toward Asher, who was silently looking at his palm.
"Another foolish lord that wants to encroach into the desolate lands."
He lifted up his staff and was about to cast a spell when Asher lifted up his head, revealing a pair of cold white eyes.
The mage was alarmed by the radiating force erupting from Asher, so he pointed his staff, unleashing a ball of flames.
Asher nonchalantly leaned to his right, and the ball of flames hit the hill. While looking at the mage, Asherbegan to spin his sword. The speed of the blade moving at such intense speed slithered into his ears and also made the mage stunned.
