'Trade time for information, my ass.' Zephyr shook his head and smiled.
"Old man corpse lover, you don't think you won by finding me, right?" He asked.
For some reason, the necromancer was treating it as if the battle ended.
Though he indeed had the upper hand for the moment, it was not entirely clear who would win if they fought. After all, Zephyr was not someone to be underestimated.
"Are you looking down on me again?" He asked.
"Corpse lover…Tsk." The necromancer clicked his tongue.
"I will never look down on you, young mage. You killed Gale and proved your worth. But at the same time, you have no chance of escaping alive or even surviving against me." He lifted his hand and pointed at Zephyr.
"You failed the moment you let yourself be discovered."
"If you had stayed far away and attacked me with the magical artifact of yours, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to you."
"But you came to me on your own."
"To save the villagers, you risked your life."
