CHAPTER 881
"Supreme Magus, I— Borfan Grimvale challenges you to an all out battle to the death."
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On an empty land that stretched far beyond the eyes, three figures could be seen standing like solitary pillars against the horizon.
The terrain extended endlessly in every direction, barren and silent like a forgotten desert.
The ground was dry and cracked, coated in thick layers of pale dust that shifted lazily whenever the wind passed through the desolate space.
There were no plants, no signs of life, only the vast emptiness of a wasteland that had long since been stripped of all vitality.
Here and there, jagged rocks jutted out of the scorched earth like broken teeth, their dark, obsidian surfaces standing in harsh contrast against the dull, dusty ground.
Some were small and scattered, while others rose taller, worn smooth by years of relentless, abrasive wind.
