In a distant corner of the universe, on a planet far removed from the celestial ruins, a fierce and cataclysmic grand magus battle had erupted. The very planet trembled under the sheer force of the magical onslaught.
A colossal explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the terrain, obliterating a once-hidden mountain. The mountain had served as the secret lair for a notorious bandit group known throughout the galaxy. Now, the area was a gruesome tableau of destruction, with hundreds of rogue magus corpses strewn lifelessly across the blood-soaked ground. Another multitude of surviving rogues knelt in abject terror, their leader, a grand magus of three cosmos, bearing the marks of a brutal confrontation.
With a bloodied and battered visage, the bandit leader sneered defiantly at his adversary.
"Ghost of Lynhurst... You've certainly managed to uphold your fearsome reputation," he spat through clenched teeth, each word laced with venom. "But you won't gain a thing from me!"
