"Not good…" Rayven muttered as the battlefield had barely settled when the air shifted above them.
A low hum reverberated, followed by a sudden gust of wind that scattered snowflakes in every direction.
The escorts, adventurers, and even the surviving bandits froze, their eyes instinctively lifted upward.
Rayven's breath caught. Flying…?
Above them, descending slowly with an aura that pressured their souls, was a mage cloaked in black. He looked terrifying with his scarred and burned face… Furthermore, his eyes seemed similar to those of a reptile!
His robes were made of black silk, and it seemed as though the air was surrounding the man.
He scanned the people below, and after realizing that no one could match him, they looked at them in disdain…
Thyruz's face paled. "Tier 4 at least… No, the pressure… he's Tier 5 Mage."
Rayven's jaw tightened. He had fought hard against Brian, but this was different. This was overwhelming.
'I can't offend this man. Not now.'
