Kelvin's grip tightened around his dark scythe as his vision tunneled toward the First Magi. His knuckles whitened as rage surged through him, his body trembling with barely contained fury. He had waited for this moment for so long, and now, with the battlefield cast in chaos, with flames roaring in the sky and the fissure expanding ever further, the time had finally come. His chance to strike, to fulfill the vow he made to his late sister.
"Hmm?"
The First Magi, as if sensing the murderous intent, slowly turned his head. His dark, ancient eyes met Kelvin's seething glare, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to quiet. Then, a slow, condescending smirk curled onto the First Magi's lips. He was amused.
That expression alone sent Kelvin over the edge.
