Dusk was fast approaching, the blood-red sunset slowly fading, swallowed by the night's inky darkness.
The battered battlefield seemed to showcase the terrifying aspect of a battle between two Gold-level Mages yet every battle ultimately has an outcome.
"Lord Wendell, do you have anything else you wish to say?"
Lis heard the system's prompt by his ear but he did not open the system to check it; instead, he gently asked the Gold Mage Wendell, who lay on the ground breath growing fainter.
"Nothing else, ah, even my final wish has been fulfilled!"
Wendell sighed as he spoke, the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth staining half of his collar, but his eyes sparkled even brighter.
"Truly worthy of being a disciple of the Judgement Flame...cough cough... Perhaps someone like you can reach that higher realm."
"It's a shame I won't be able to see it."
"Perhaps it's just as well..."
