A young wizard who looked no older than twenty ran across the open fields. His face was pale, drenched in sweat, and most of his hair was burned to a crisp. Just a few meters behind him, a bright crimson explosion bloomed like a rose and was followed by a deafening shockwave that sent everything flying.
The young wizard was violently thrown to the ground, and he rolled forward with a pained cry. "Damnation!"
With one hand, he hit the ground, and it split apart. The crack wasn't massive, but it was a big enough trench for him to roll into and catch his breath.
[Shape Earth]
"Damn it all to hell! This war…" He gasped for air, and blood gushed out of his shoulder where he had been stabbed. He had a gaping wound on his upper right shoulder, shattered ribs, internal bleeding, a burst eardrum, burns, and an acute case of mana deficiency.
Gritting his teeth in anger, he looked at his bloodied hand and clenched a fist. In the distance, he could hear someone yelling.
