Lone wolf

Amid the chaos and turmoil of the guards, Velian stood resolute, his eyes blazing with determination as he guarded the grand doors of the library. The air crackled around him, charged with magical energy, as he prepared for the onslaught of soldiers who sought to breach the sacred halls of the library and disturb Daphnia and Lucy. The scent of burning embers filled the air, a testament to his formidable offensive magic.

The soldiers, armed to the teeth and bolstered by their numbers, charged forward with relentless determination. Their weapons clashed against Velian's magical barriers, but they shattered like fragile glass, unable to withstand the might of his power.

"Come, foolish Union dogs, I will show you why you shouldn't mess with my girls!" Velian bellowed, his voice resonating with manic glee. "Witness the might of the real magic,!"

He unleashed a torrent of fiery bolts, each one finding its mark with unerring precision.

"Ahhhhh~ my face is melting!"