Zilvra stood with her arms hanging at the center of the room, looking at Lynch five steps away. "Mage, it's time..."
Lynch looked at Zilvra coldly, showing no surprise. He raised his head and used the Eye of Insight to stare at the darkening Drow. In his right hand, he tightly grasped the Thunder Powder taken from his Magic Material Bag, hidden under his wide sleeve, ready to attack at any moment.
"It seems there are more secrets hidden within you," Zilvra stared into the mage's eyes. As the color of the pupils and eyelids had become indistinguishable in the blackness, even the Dark Elf couldn't discern the mage's actions and emotions from his gaze. "However, the stronger you are, the more advantageous it is for me."