"You again," Damon said, appearing from the shadows. "You did not learn your lesson the last time?"
Magicaa's eyes widened in horror. He quickly erected a triple-layered flame barrier, surrounded himself with defensive enchantments, and even used a rare artifact to boost his magical defense.
"Blood God, you are pushing your luck. You need to know when to stand down and accept your loss and when to fight back. You make one wrong move, and he might just make everything a lot worse. You should already know what he is capable of."
Damon sneered. He did not respond and instead casually thrust forward his crimson lance, which shattered one barrier after another without any sort of resistance. Magicaa started panicking more.
But there was nothing he could do. No matter how much he threatened, Damon simply did not seem to care about that person at all.
