"You old fool, you seem to like to show off your superior arcane ability. So you've left me no choice. Try to imitate this!" declared Omar, as he held his staff tightly.
The time had come to use his most powerful trump card of all. The one he swore he would never use unless he had no other choice. It was something so powerful that it would surely shorten his life if he survived.
The archmage stopped looking so confident, as he saw Omar Xian's current insane face. He had seen this determined and frantic look in the past, they were the eyes of someone who did not mind dying or living in a total of achieving his task.
Omar took out of his interdimensional ring a glass bottle with a violet liquid inside and drank it in a single gulp.
The old man had a bad feeling about this.
The Grand Wiz
