Drawing Legs on a Snake

"Don't tell me the Witch-king of Angmar was already blown to death, brother-in-law?" Dos Antony asked Caslo in a low voice.

"Not exactly unscathed, but perfectly fine!" Before Caslo could speak, Adolf Heinrich cracked a not-so-bad bad joke.

"Uh!" Dos Antony blinked, thinking Adolf Heinrich was joking.

"Do I even need to say whose massive clump of Dark Power is sitting inside the Light Power? It's as conspicuous as a beacon in the night!" Adolf Heinrich shook his head helplessly. The Witch-king of Angmar was not so easily killed! He could sense a dense mass of dark power swirling in the core of the Rhine Storm. Anyone could tell it was the Witch-king of Angmar's handiwork.

"Damn it! This is a human Sage!" Amoras cried out as he watched the Witch-king of Angmar raise one hand and unleash Dark Power.

"Two Grand Forbidden Spells cast back-to-back without a gap? What kind of Sage is that? A Great Sage? How could humans still have someone at that level?" Holmras's hoarse voice rang out. He simply could not understand it. Powerful forbidden spells all required time to prepare, yet the Nazgûl had just been stunned by two slaps to the face! What sane person started by hurling two Grand Forbidden Spells at someone?

"Not one Sage!" The Witch-king of Angmar's raspy voice seemed to rise from the abyss.

"Light and fire, two elements! Fire, wind, and space, three elements! If one Sage could cast all that..." The Witch-king of Angmar fell silent for once. A four-element Sage was simply absurd! Where in the world could such a freak still exist? The more attributes a mage possessed, the harder it was for them to advance...

"The War Cloud's power is almost exhausted. If there's another strike... we'll have to take it ourselves!"