Once Neifion Dacus navigated his way into the ancient, ruined caste, his sight were set on finding Afallon to confront him after their fiery altercation of being burnt by Afallon’s fire magic, Neifion meticulously scoured the long, desolate halls within the castle, exploring each room in search of his adversary. Despite the rooms appearing eerily similar due to years of neglect, Neifion persisted in his quest. After a fruitless search of yet another abandoned chamber, he made his way back into the hall, only to be met with a near miss by a blazing fireball, hurled from a room he had yet to investigate. From the shadows emerged Afallon, clutching another fiery projectile.
“It appears your recovery is swift, Mage,” Afallon remarked coolly.
“As anticipated,” Neifion retorted, swiftly adapting by preparing for combat, wrapping his headband around his fist.