The leader of the Blue Boulder struggled to lift his head. When he manage to see the origin of the Mana, he wondered if the hit on the head few week ago left some aftereffects.
That's probably the reason he was seeing a boy, a teen to be exact flying in the sky.
The boy descended, before a wave of his hand send strong gale all over the camp. The tents and anything that pitch to the ground flew, the strength of the wind too much for them to bear.
"Now, I give you a choice." the boy said with a smile, "Listen to me and surrender, or die." when he say die, swords, or metal blades to be exact appeared near the neck of the stronger Mages and Aura User.
The leader gulped in terror, knowing the wrong answer would lead to the metal piercing his throat, ending him instantly.
"We surrender."
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