After fitting the armor, Zak showed Evan his tent and left, leaving the young man alone. The first thing Evan did was to look around his small dwelling.
Inside he saw a simple sleeping bag and a backpack, that`s all. As Evan realized, only Zak's tent was significantly different from everyone else's.
"Well, I don't really need much more for now." Evan took off his armor and headed straight for the nearest river.
He was dirty, and he didn't sll very nice. After all, he had lived like a slave in a filthy cage before. Moreover, he had slept for three days to the raw. He just needed to wash off all the dirt and dust.
The river was fairly close to the camp, and within ten minutes, Evan had reached the shore. It was the middle of the night, and the moon brightly illuminated all around.
In the reflection of the water, Evan saw a thin young man, with thick black hair and violet eyes like athyst.
Evan slowly stripped off all of his clothes and gradually plunged into the water.
He stepped out of the tent and started fighting with the other soldiers.
A few minutes later, Evan saw a giant column of fla on the other side of the camp, not far from where the squad leader's tent was.
Evan continued to chop down his enemies. You could tell that in the eyes of his opponents, he was a true madman and a ruthless killer. Not counting Zak, Evan was the one who had killed the most people, and the number kept growing.
Evan's clothes, armor, and sword were completely covered with blood. His eyes shone under the light of the moon, which was particularly bright that night. He looked like a demon who had co to the earth from the hell itself to spill as much blood as possible.
Evan had already dealt with quite a few enemies. So there was nothing stopping him from going straight to where the giant pillar of fire erupted.
...
A mont later, Evan saw an incredible scene. His commander's sword was enveloped in red flas, and his crimson armor shimred with the fire.
Opposite Zak, there was a man in a snow-white mantle, with a long, wooden staff in his hand. Several sharp ice crystals were hovering above his head.
Seeing it all, only one word popped into Evan's mind: . That was the real cherished word for him, the word on which almost everything depended.
It was magic that would allow him to perform miracles and climb to the top of the world. But there was still one unresolved problem, and that was power levels.
Evan hadn`t learn about that yet. Right now, however, he didn't care about that at all. He was srized by the battle of the two n using magic.
"Ermis Tassilis, you act like a pathetic coward as always! You`ve never had the courage to fight in a fair fight, face to face!" This was clearly not the first ti Zak had encountered a man in a white mantle.
"Zak, my friend, what are you unhappy about again? Here I am, standing right in front of you, ready to fight. It's not my fault you weren't ready for . I guess by the end of our battle there won't be anything left of your n, ahahaha."
Ermis raised his staff in the air, and several ice crystals flew toward Zak.
They quickly reached Zak, but he simply swung his flaming sword and the ice crystals shattered.
Evan watched their fight closely, analyzing everything in his head at the sa ti.
Every movent and every attack they made could be an important lesson that would help him beco stronger in the future.
Ermis kept attacking Zak with his ice crystals. Unfortunately, each of his attempts was unsuccessful. Zak gradually ca close to his opponent.
"You're just a weakling and a coward, die and go to hell!" Zak's voice was hard and incredibly serious. He raised his two-handed, black sword up, and brought it straight down on his opponent.
The flaming sword should have easily killed Ermis, but sothing went wrong.
"I'm no coward. I'm just prudent. I'm not an idiot like you, who only knows how to swing his sword." The voice of the man in the snow-white mantle was quiet and calm. Whoosh.
Suddenly, Zak saw an ice shield around Ermis, and it was this that blocked his crushing attack. But, that wasn't all Ermis had in store.
Before Zak could take a single breath, several sharp, icy spikes burst from the ground. They were rushing towards his feet.
He hadn't expected such a developnt, but he was able to dodge. However, Zak's left leg was injured, and he would have to limp for the next few days.
"Ugh! And after that, you say you're not a coward? You're much worse than that." Zak's wound was not serious. It made him very angry, however, and let him know that Ermis was actually far from an easy adversary.
Ermis didn't answer anything and just kept attacking Zak with a lot of ice crystals. Zak easily fought off all of his opponent's attacks and suddenly he decided that the right mont had arrived.
"You are nothing but an amateur and a coward who understands absolutely nothing about magic. Watch carefully. Burn that picture out into your soul and rember it in the afterlife!"
Zak's sword began to burn even brighter. The black steel began to rapidly heat up and glow red. Once that happened, the crimson fla artificially lengthened the sword and Zak struck the ground with all his might.
Whoosh.
From where Zak struck, a wave of fire went straight to Ermis, turning him into a pile of coals. The attack was too powerful and lightning fast. There was no way Ermis could dodge or sohow counterattack. That was the end of the battle between the two magicians.
Their approach to magic was very different from each other, but Evan hadn`t understood it yet.
After the fight, Evan smiled cheerfully and walked out to Zak while waving, "Commander Zak, I had no idea you were so strong."
Zak didn't imdiately realize who was pacing in his direction, but after a second he smiled weakly: "I've fought this guy a few tis now, and today was our last encounter."
Evan wanted to ask him more about the fight. Instead, he had to fend off arrows that suddenly flew right at them.
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