"The Wind Mage class, quite a wise choice," Orson remarked, standing at the edge of the bloodthirsty arena, glancing back.
Darkbo was surrounded by a radiant blue light, having chosen the wind-based mage class, which was known for being one of the strongest single-target magic classes.
"Spirit of the Free Winds, grant me wings to soar freely..." Darkbo began his long and solemn chant, his voice echoing through the arena. Orson chuckled lightly and said, "Could you be any slower?"
His gaze was filled with amusement. Unlike most NPC mages, Darkbo was clearly well-versed in his class. In fact, he'd cut down at least a third of his chant, making him much faster than most NPCs. Against other NPCs, that would give him a significant advantage.
But against a player like Orson, it was almost laughable.
"Wind Wings!"
