Another fighter in the tree 90 feet north east holding his breath. "One mage using shadow magic to hide himself in a tree 70 feet south west. Scorched holes appeared on the trees around them, making the other man, the King of Lanthanor, look around with incredulity. Gesturing with his hand, the man shot the two needles in different directions. Realizing this, he shook his head at the King as if answering an earlier question that had been asked. Being able to tame and compress it into such a deadly form was definitely something that far exceeded his level. Fire was something that existed unrestrained. The older man of the two, who had a wrinkled face with long, white hair, gasped in shock as he saw these two needles appear.
His sharp chin took attention away from the hooked nose that was situated below eyes that were a vivid green.Īs soon as he appeared, two 1 inch thin needles apparently made of fire came into existence in front of him. This man who had just appeared seemed middle-aged, with a clean shaven face and glossy, black hair that swayed in the breeze. Two men wearing shining robes stood beside each other, discussing something in a low voice while waiting for someone to appear.Ī few minutes later, a figure in grey robes stepped out of the air in front of them. In a forest in the outskirts of the Capital City of Lanthanor.