Ended
Three hundred miles away not long before such destruction occurred, a massive cloud could be seen filling the sky. The loud roars of thunder resounded, yet not a drop of rain fell.
Two figures soared within the clouds of smoke and flames, blasting each other with spells that wrecked their surroundings almost entirely until the two stopped.
"Ghost of Lymhurst, you really live up to your name!" the dark elf sneered while gritting his teeth. A large amount of blood rushed up the dark elf's throat, and he angrily brushed his mouth with the back of his hand.
Both figures were covered in numerous severe wounds, but it was the dark elf who ultimately admitted defeat. Despite his unwillingness and displeasure, the dark elf grand magus chose to flee.
Delbrand instinctively refused to let him go. However, as the sounds of battle from the other sides continued to reach his ears, he chose not to go after the dark elf and instead investigate the situation.