Chương 182: mountain

On a mountain far away, beyond the sights of a normal man, two men stood facing each other under the tense air that reeked of bloodlust.

One, a mage, clothed in a black robe, and in his hands, a staff that pulsated with power. The other, a warrior, with armor so black that it looked like a shadow, and his blade crimson, as though drunk with blood.

"So it is that time? Richard, I beg that you come at me with full force because I will show no mercy to you in the slightest," the mage spoke to the warrior.

"You shouldn't worry about me; all my life has led up to this moment. If I die here, then it was for the greater good, and if I win, the same thing goes," the warrior responded.

"Yes, whoever wins here is the strongest, and so that person must seek out the One and kill him before his darkness reaches maturity," the mage said.