Different Games (Part 1)
Kallion Nuragor had been Phloria's boyfriend for a while, and after Lith had publicly humiliated him, the young man had trained his body as well as his magic without ever taking a single day of rest.
"Mage Nuragor, what a pleasant surprise. I'm curious to understand the role you played in Velan's little charade." Jirni welcomed him with a simple nod of her head, without even bothering to stand up.
"It's Great Mage Nuragor to you, Lady Ernas." Kallion clenched his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white.
He held his rage back only because he knew that from that distance, despite the difference in their build, height, and age, Jirni could hand his ass to him with only one hand. Attacking Jirni would only give her a plausible excuse to kill him.
One year of training was nothing compared to a lifetime on the field.