บท 146: Round 2

Lucan used his soul stone to resurrect himself.

"That's right, 1 to nothing. I am winning. Dunnowhosthis is the best. I am unstoppable, you are doomed to fail." The mage stopped his victory dance when Lucan appeared. "What is up with those face tattoos, and what is up with those burn marks on your face? Hey, do you have two different color eyes?"

"That is none of your concern." Lucan said pulling up his cloak and activating his ring to change his face, getting rid of his planeshifter tribal markings and the evidence of Menta's eye. "You won't be so lucky this time." Lucan said.

"Name your game. It is your right…. as the loser. Ha, ha, ha."

"Fine, give me a few pieces of your hair. I will put you to sleep, if you survive in your dream, you win. If you die in your dream, I win."

"I don't know, that sounds like it won't be fair for me."

"Why should that matter, do you think the potion game was fair to me?"

"He, he, true. Okay fine. Here."