Orena, 300 km away from Border.
" Crackle! "
A bolt of lightning flew towards the guy in the black cloak. But he was quick on his feet as he swiftly dodged the attack.
The area or more likely this battlefield was devastated beyond recognition. The greenery from earlier was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was charred ground and shattered terrain along with deep cuts.
" Tsk..What a disappointment. You only amount to this much after all of that crap you said.", Wilson mocked as he wiped out the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
" I admit you are strong. You made me bleed. But..that is your limit. You will still die. I just need to hold you here and let others kill everyone out there. And then, it will be your turn.", the guy in black cloak said as the breeze began to slowly twirl around him.
Suddenly, the aura in the surrounding started to change. And the land began to quiver.
The guy in the black cloak looked at Wilson and felt that something was wrong.