"Your challenge begins now!"
The arena collectively held its breath, waiting for an explosion of force, but the explosion never came. Nothing that resembled the blazing comet that Reynold had become or the shattering storm of ice and snow unleashed in the Frozen Forest.
Nothing at all.
Neither sorcerer moved.
The cold winter wind tugged at their robes as both men stood motionless on the icy platforms atop the stairs.
After several silent heartbeats, Rastlan finally spoke.
"Do you want to limit the field, old crow?" Rastlan called. "Surely you are a master of many constellations. Warrior, Hunter, Watchman, I know them all," he shouted. "Choose, and see which one of us knows them better."
"Choose for yourself," Aspakos replied, appearing unruffled by Rastlan's challenge. "A man who follows many paths has many choices. I cannot make them for you. I can only hope you know when to walk away and concede defeat. Your path need not end here tonight," Aspakos warned.
