CLING. CLING.
The sharp sound of metal clashing echoed through the night above a massive bridge on the southern edge of Makazhar City.
Two figures faced off beneath the dim glow of the bridge lamps.
One of them wore a black uniform with a hood and mask—his posture tense but controlled.
The other stood calmly across from him.
A man with white hair and yellow eyes that glowed faintly in the dark.
A brown robe hung loosely around his body.
Flames burned in both of his hands.
(Elemental-Fire) Basic Magic : Fireball.
WOSSHHH!
The blazing projectile shot forward.
The man in black moved instantly.
He twisted his body and dashed sideways, the fireball exploding behind him and sending a wave of heat across the bridge.
BOOOM!
Smoke rose from the cracked asphalt.
Across from him, the brown-robed man smiled.
"Not bad."
His yellow eyes narrowed slightly.
"But still slower than I expected."
The brown-robed man raised his hand again.
