Competing

"You....." The blade Demon looked over at Ember with eyes filled with rage. She called him a retard in front of the great Mage, this was utterly humiliating, and he would not take it sitting down.

"Get back and prepare for your match" one of the twin elders commanded. Hearing this, the blade Demon bowed to the great elders before waking towards Ember.

"You will serve as my stepping stone to the top, with the great mage on my side even your father wouldn't dare go after me" the blade Demon smirked before pulling out a blade as pitch-black as the night itself.

"Oh??" One of the twin elders looked taken aback. What the blade Demon had in his hand was a grade 2 magic treasure….magic treasures, these were one of the mages most priced possessions, one of the tools they used to get an upper hand against the other races.