Chương 107: Deryn and Thoran

The midnight sky hung heavy over the seaport, casting a dark veil over the fierce battle raging below. Soldiers clashed under the flickering glow of torches and sporadic bursts of magic, their shadows twisting as they moved.

Clang!

Boom!

There was a raged yell as one individual furiously cursed at another. "Just die and search as manure for the crops we'll be farming here soon!"

Clang!

The sound of steel against steel and the cries of the wounded filled the air, mixing with the salt of the sea. In one particular corner of the battlefield, where the intensity seemed to peak, stood a figure cloaked in eerie light—a lone magic user with a massive orb of fire rotating above him.

The magic user, Deryn, controlled the orb with the precision of a master. The five-meter-wide ball of fire spun slowly above him, casting long, flickering shadows across the ground.