"I am Grevor, Lord of Chaos!"
"Your Chaos Magic is nothing compared to mine!"
Grevor's voice was filled with arrogance as his long hair flowed in the wind, revealing a handsome face. Elements of every kind swirled around him as if a Chaos Magic god had descended, capable of manipulating all six elements with ease.
With a flick of his staff, he conjured waves of elemental tides, and Chaos Magic Balls howled through the air, effortlessly absorbing Orson's attacks.
"Chaos ants, die!" Grevor shouted.
After landing several direct hits with his Chaos Magic Balls, Grevor's confidence surged. He pointed his staff forward, then swung it to the left and right.
But where was his target?
Grevor stared in disbelief, his eyes scanning the area, but he couldn't find Orson anywhere.
What he didn't realize was that Orson had already retreated several kilometers.