Rage unleashed

Robert braced himself, his breath ragged as he faced down the rejuvenated mage. The man who had once appeared old and frail was now a towering figure of power, his youthful skin glowing with an unnatural sheen. Flames flickered ominously from the daggers in his hands, their heat distorting the air around them. Robert's body was battered, his telekinetic reserves nearly drained, but he couldn't afford to falter. Not now.

"You're looking tired, boy," the mage taunted, his voice deep and mocking. "I wonder how long you can last before I burn you to ashes."

Robert clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on his sword. Surprised at the mage ability to speak the same language as him. Robert could feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him, but he refused to show any weakness. "We'll see who burns first, old man."