The Chronicles of a Mage God

Ilain Von Zeksel

In another part of the dark forest, three people faced off against each other, creating an unbearably tense atmosphere.

Compared to Lukas' standoff with the Nightwalker, the intensity of the standoff was off the charts, to the extent that it made Lukas' face off look like two ants fighting.

The rain fell heavily, still in full force after all the time that had elapsed, and the forest was as dark as night itself. Even at that, the three men could not be more bothered about it, their attention wholly focused on each other.

The terrorist duo, not wanting to lose out in terms of demeanor to the newcomer, fully released their own auras. Their combined auras was just as powerful as Mr. Luis' own, if not more, proving that the two terrorists were no pushovers.

"And you are?" Tariq said, his eyes narrowed at the stranger, while being the first to break the heavy silence.

Mr. Luis kept quiet, his eyes scanning the two terrorists. He was taking into account their bearing, and also looking for w