Bunosilo soared through the air like a shooting star, his ascent swift and decisive.
The moment he reached the open sky, far above the bustle of Amberfall, his gaze locked onto Osbert. His murky eyes immediately narrowed as he was drawn to the foul, deathly aura rolling around him like a shroud.
"Necromancer!" Without hesitation, the old man struck him.
A beam of pure mana surged forth from his hands in a blinding flash, tearing through the clouds towards its target. But Osbert reacted at once, twisting away and retreating in a burst of dark mana, narrowly evading the attack as he put distance between them.
The necromancer's expression instantly darkened as he saw Maximillian and Bunosilo hover together.
So this has been his plan all along, the necromancer thought to himself.
Maximillian knew he wouldn't be able to take me on all by himself, so he teleported us to the skies above Amberfall.
