After flying up into the sky, the necromancer looked at Zephyr with a blank expression.
The young mage was using clear strategies with well-timed execution to gain the upper hand. He did not look like a novice.
If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought Zephyr was an experienced battle mage.
'Damn it.' He silently cursed.
Zephyr read his lips, and a smile slowly returned to his face.
"Now, are you running away from your problems? Don't do that. I have learned the hard way that it will not work." Zephyr spoke loudly, letting the man flying above hear his every word.
The longer the mage stayed in the air, the better it was for him. After all, he had spent almost two-thirds of his mana reserve to launch the attack.
He wouldn't be able to continue attacking at the same pace.
However, he couldn't show weakness in front of the necromancer. That was why he was projecting strength through confidence.
