Albert stepped up to the forefront, cleared his throat, and launched into his act."The Red Zone's meteoric rise is all thanks to our collective hard work. To keep thriving, we need to stand on our own two feet, to shake off any chains that bind us. That's why I'm declaring my departure from Witchwo
"You're the puppet master, aren't you? The real master of that monstrous centipede."Alexander eyed Giovanni, quickly gauging the man's fighting prowess.He must be stronger than the giant centipede, even more formidable than a Lord of War."You got it half right. However, just like me, the sacred c
Boom!Before Sheila, fists clashed, unleashing a massive energy shockwave that sent ripples through the air.It was Alexander's doing.Simultaneously, he pressed a hand to Sheila's back, channeling a burst of energy that scattered the poison. His actions were seamless, executed in one fluid motion.
Toxic Dragon Town was always a hub of activity, a favorite haunt for warlocks. It buzzed with even more energy as the Witchcraft Convention set up shop. Dawn was just breaking, and a crowd had formed outside the town, eager to get in.Alexander and Sheila joined the scene, taking in the long line an
As Alexander made his way into the heart of Toxic Dragon Town, the sea of faces around him was dizzying.Searching for a warlock whose real face was a mystery to all was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He had no choice but to play it by ear.Out of nowhere, someone crashed into Alexander an
The Witchcraft Convention was in full swing with various contests underway, but the poison duel was the crowd-puller.One person would lay the poison, another would counter it, and the loser would usually up a whisper in the underworld."Poison Dove takes the eleventh round! Any takers for the next?
As night descended, the first day of the Witchcraft Convention wrapped up. Toxic Dragon Town settled into a hushed calm.In a quaint inn, Alexander rested with eyes closed. He recalled the day's encounters in his mind, but no one raised any red flags. Finding the elusive Chroma Wyrm in this crowd wa
The ambushers looked up, hearts pounding at the sight of their quarry.How was that possible?A sense of the supernatural crept over them as they questioned their own sight.However, the speed at which Alexander moved, his mastery of his own power, was something they could scarcely grasp.Their meti