A rank-three mage casting a rank two spell. That was a power not everyone could go up against, yet Arthur stopped it as if it was nothing.
Myla did not know what to do! If the man she faced was so powerful, then what was the reason to keep fighting? What was the reason to hide anything?
"Did you calm down? Despite you trying to kill me, I don't want to hurt you," Arthur said as he cleaned the dust from his clothes.
"I-I don't understand. I know all the powerful mages, yet I have never seen your face before. Who are you?" Myla asked.
Arthur had many appearances, and the one he was recently using was that of an old man. He looked at her and said jokingly, "I am a dragon. Would you believe that?"
"A dragon? Bull shit. These are beings who can go against rank 7 or 8 mages. A fable," she said, dismissing the idea of Arthur being a dragon, as it sounded absurd.
"Let's talk about things that matter. What can you tell me about the Phoenix Trial?" Arthur asked.