Boris had cultivated magecraft for decades, learned from several masters, and tested his skill against fellow mages. Nonetheless, he had never seen a magecraft like Jared’s.
The red light exuded by Jared was overbearing, to the extent that one would feel like worshipping him. Boris would have long kneeled before the young man if he did not force himself to maintain his composure.
Jared did not respond to Boris’ questions, for he did not see the need to do so.
Instead, he snarled, “Cut the nonsense! Get lost if you don’t have other moves.”
Although Boris was incensed, he dared not strike Jared anymore and merely moved aside.
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