The attitude of the Mage Guild

"Well, well, well, if it isn't you, you imbecile." Zarvox ceased his attack, his gaze filled with disdain as he looked upon Torin. He had long known that Torin hadn't left the Eldoria continent.

"Zarvox, what brings you here?" Torin inquired calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Hahahaha!" Zarvox burst into laughter.

"Torin, are you really that dense?"

"Step aside now, and for old times' sake, I'll spare you. But if you dare to obstruct me, I won't hesitate to end you right here!"

In an instant, Zarvox unleashed his Emperor level aura. The sheer force of it instantly annihilated the Death Spirit Clone, leaving only Torin, standing unflinchingly before him.

The moment Zarvox laid eyes on Torin, he detected the unhealable wounds that marred its form.