The figure did not answer.
Instead, he stepped inside, his movements unnervingly calm.
Alaryc launched a bolt of lightning, the air sizzling as it surged toward the intruder.
But before it could make contact, the lightning vanished, swallowed by an invisible force.
Alaryc's eyes widened. This wasn't just magic—this was something entirely beyond his comprehension.
"Who the hell are you?" Alaryc shouted, his voice now edged with defiance. He summoned a vortex of wind, the force of it rattling the chamber's contents. But again, the attack was neutralised with a mere flick of the man's wrist. The intruder was advancing steadily, his movements almost languid.
Alaryc realised too late that he was outmatched. Even though Alaryn was in later stages of being an apprentice wizard, he couldn't even against him. He was like the tide of the ocean, sweeping away every move of his.
