Tale of a Hedonistic wizard
Chapter 98 - 98: Ambush

The sudden onslaught of lightning caught Piers and Shaun off guard, momentarily halting their advance. Electricity danced across their bodies, leaving them momentarily incapacitated. It was the opening Jaegar needed.

Exploiting the moment of respite, Jaegar tapped into the Chaos arts of purple mist, a rare and potent form of magic. The mist began to envelop him, swirling in a chaotic dance that distorted his form and obscured his movements. He became a phantom, elusive, and unpredictable.

As the mist enveloped him, Jaegar's movements became fluid and unpredictable. He struck with a newfound ferocity, his blows landing with precision and force. The very essence of chaos seemed to fuel his strikes, each blow carrying an element of unpredictability that left his adversaries struggling to anticipate his movements.

Jaegar's main focus was the duo who attacked him from behind.

The battle escalated into a tempest of magic and steel, with the clash of their forces echoing across the landscape. Jaegar's Chaos Mist Art kept his adversaries on their toes, their strikes meeting nothing but elusive shadows. But the battle was far from one-sided; Piers and Shaun were skilled combatants, and their determination fueled their attacks.

Yet, Jaegar was not done. Channelling the ancient power of the Immemorial Arts, he unleashed a surge of energy that radiated from his very being. His eyes blazed with an otherworldly light as the ancient magic coursed through him, and the red square sigils formed on either of his hands.

With a wordless cry, he channelled the Immemorial Arts into his strikes, each blow resonating with a power that transcended the physical realm.

His strikes were a force of nature, each blow carrying the weight of years of knowledge and skill.

The earth trembled beneath the might of his attacks, and the very air crackled with energy. Piers and Shaun fought valiantly, their determination unwavering, but Jaegar's fury and the convergence of his magic proved to be overwhelming.

They were relentless, and they did not budge a little, seeing Jaegar's powers. On the other side, Anne was still formulating how to tackle Jaegar and kill him. The three of them seemed like they wanted to see the end of this battle with Jaegar lying on the ground.

There was no exchange of words here; only the spells and skill of the sword spoke volumes.

Jaegar tapped into his wellspring of power, unleashing a torrent of energy in a display of raw might.

Piers and Shaun reacted with the trained swiftness of seasoned combatants, their agility allowing them to narrowly evade the onslaught. The tranquil landscape erupted into chaotic disarray, and the air charged with energy as arcane forces collided in a symphony of power.

Within the span of minutes, the tranquil beauty of the surroundings surrendered to the tempest of violence.

With an imperceptible nod, she signalled her co-conspirators, and the once tranquil ambience was shattered, replaced by a storm of conflict.

Piers and Shaun fought as a harmonized duo, their movements fluid and harmonious. Their proficiency was evident, and their coordination was impeccable.

Yet Jaegar was no neophyte; he met their advances head-on, his arsenal of spells growing in complexity and potency with every heartbeat.

The battle was a spectacle of elements in harmonious conflict, their clashes creating an intricate dance of light and power that set the environment ablaze.

The ground bore the weight of their struggle, the very earth quivering beneath their forces. The sky above darkened as if mirroring the intensity of the conflict below.

As time slipped through the hourglass, fatigue stealthily infiltrated their beings, each movement growing heavier as the battle waged on. But none relented, each combatant was driven by a determination that eclipsed their physical limits.

Jaegar reached deep within his reservoir of knowledge, fusing spells in ways that defied traditional understanding. Piers and Shaun pressed on with an unwavering commitment, their urgency fueling their every action.

The battle seemed to linger in an eternal present, the boundaries of time distorted by their conflict. Arcane energies intertwined with the physical, resulting in explosions of raw power that echoed across the isles.

But within the vortex of chaos, a fleeting moment of lucidity emerged. Jaegar seized the window of opportunity, channelling his energy into a spell of unprecedented magnitude.

The air crackled with a preternatural force as the spell unfurled, a maelstrom of power that engulfed his opponents. Piers and Shaun fought valiantly against the deluge of energy, but its sheer potency was overwhelming.

Unlike Jaegar, whose body was still raging with raw power and seemed to be a source of primordial energy, their energy seemed to have been decimated.

And with a final, resonant strike, Jaegar disabled Piers. The clash left Shaun staggered and disoriented; his defences were compromised.

Seizing the opportunity, Jaegar advanced upon Shaun.

The ancient power of the Immemorial Arts coursed through him, guiding his strikes with preternatural precision. With a final, definitive blow, he disabled Shaun, ending the battle with an aura of resoluteness.

He had his time, killing them slowly and making them scream until they were charred to death.

Breathing heavily, Jaegar stood amidst the aftermath of the fierce battle. The air was charged with magic, the echoes of their conflict resonating across the landscape.

The very land bore the scars of their struggle, the aftermath of their cataclysmic clash leaving an indelible imprint on the landscape.

After his confrontation with Piers and Shaun, Jaegar turned to where he last saw Anne, only to find her absence.

She had vanished, leaving behind nothing but a faint trace of her presence.

Already a couple of meters away, Anne had broken into a sprint, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and urgency.

Meanwhile, Jaegar's power surged within him, the telltale aura of purple mist enveloping him as he levitated above the ground. His eyes fixated on the direction Anne had fled, and with a swift burst of energy, he shot towards her like an arrow released from a bow.

In a matter of moments, Jaegar closed the distance, halting his flight just above Anne. She came to a sudden stop, her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at the levitating figure before her, stupefied and vulnerable.