"Enough."
A sudden voice rang out before I could hurl the flame. With it, the creature vanished as though it had never existed. At the same time, color returned to the world, the black-and-white haze peeling away in an instant.
What?
Something like this wasn't supposed to happen. Who the hell was...?
CLACK!
The sharp tap of a cane sounded from behind us. When we turned, we saw an old man with hair as white as snow and blind eyes fixed on nothing in particular. He was old, absurdly old. Even calling him a hundred would have been an understatement.
"You look like you didn't plan for this."
Evelina said it while already moving to hide behind me, her choker and eyes immediately glowing crimson. The succubus within it had already grown restless at the sight of the old man.
"I didn't," I replied.
"Two younglings, out of everyone... I didn't expect anyone your age to make this trial so boring for me."
His trial?
Wait... the archmage? But wasn't he supposed to be...?
