Black looked up and he scanned with his gaze the battlefield. The scenery that looked like magnificent chaos announcing his imminent victory, transformed into a gigantic and intricate circle of runes. The wizard frowned as he saw the glowing symbols appear on the floor and, what was a mere frown of curiosity at this magic that looked like that of the Skinwalkers, turned into a mask of anger.
The last symbol appeared and Black who thought he was the only one who knew those symbols from a time when magic was much more complex, much richer than what it became today, gritted his teeth.
The circle activated and the symbols that were a soft blue light intensified to the point of blinding anyone who stared at them. Black cursed at what was the end of his moment of glory. His opponent was ready to retaliate and the first hit was far from a bluff.
