As the twilight around Morris swirled violently, like an enraged Abyss, he was the first to step forward, his voice like the cold wind of winter, with an unmistakable challenge, aimed straight at the illusory elder:
"Lablas! What on earth are you doing? Why did you arbitrarily alter the elemental foundational arrangement? Don't you understand the enormous upheaval this could cause? The stability of the entire plane could collapse because of it!"
Lablas's illusory brows slightly arched, the mischievous smile on his face dimmed somewhat, bearing a displeasure like that of an elder towards a disrespectful junior, he slowly corrected: "Show some respect, Morris. Before you call my name, you should at least add the word 'mentor'."
Morris let out an unabashed scoff, the sarcasm in his tone almost palpable: "Mentor? You merely became a wizard in that hellhole a few years before us, and with just this time difference, you dare call yourself our mentor? Stop putting on airs!"
