Theron's laughter filled the skies, his sips of wine following along with it with just as much echo.
He began to batter the Merchant King around. After taking a single advantage, the gap only seemed to widen. They seemed to be in a completely different class, separated not just by talent, but experience.
One would have never thought that a boy less than half a King's age would have more experience, but that was simply how it felt.
Even drunk, the world spinning around him, his laughter throwing the cadence of his breathing and rhythm off, Theron adapted perfectly. He seemed to be four or even five moves ahead.
For the first time in his life, the Merchant King felt at a disadvantage because of his Mancy Path. He didn't have as much versatility as a Spirit, Soul, or Elemental Mancer.
There were only so many methods of attack he had, and against an enemy like Theron who seemed to have an endless number of such methods at his fingertips, he felt a crushing feeling…
