“ I'll admit. You have defeated me. Once again, you are the victor and I have lost,” Drakoen wheezes, coughing out blood. He was now lying in a pool of his own blood, as his life hung by the thread. Mercedes was on her knees, breathing heavily. After using the golden light infinite fire spell, she was spent and out of fuel. She was just waiting for Drakoen to die so she could let go and retire. For as long as he still drew breath, it was not over.

“ Save your words. There is no ...