Chapitre 226: Chapter 226: Pain of dying

Under a sky that crackled with distant lightning, in the heart of a dense and humongous forest, a mage stood opposed to a very strong foe. He wore robes enchanted with magic, and every symbol across the garment blazed in intensity like some kind of raging storm. Magic pulsed in the air around him, while each beat of energy moved as if it were alive.

The opposite of the mage is a man who wears simple but strong leather armour, he is calm yet his fist trembles slightly as if holding back his excitement. The opponent of the mage has nothing visibly special about him, no waves of magic and even weapons, and yet his demeanour is flawless. It's as if he was an impenetrable wall that can't be broken. With him just standing there anyone could tell he is a master in martial arts.