In the end, Ovin never got a taste of the delicious fresh soup. Punk's "Legendary Level Abjuration Spell—Legendary Hand" easily seized him in its palm. Though the ragged Rune Sage, resembling a shriveled strip of dried meat, struggled desperately within the fluorescent blue energy restraints, his flesh-and-blood strength, capable only of tearing apart rocks and trees, was far too insignificant before the might of Legendary Magic.
At last, the filthy old man was forcibly dragged before the caster.
"This guy is... that Rune Sage? How did he end up like this? Even highland barbarians wouldn't let themselves get as filthy as a stinking monkey, would they?"
Seemingly worried that Ovin's filth might stain his armor, the glittering mad knight quickly took a step back with a look of disgust. As a noble "born to be noble," Kane truly hated getting too close to those filthy "wild animals."
Of course, he did not doubt the identity of this "savage" writhing in the grip of the Legendary Hand. After all, surviving contact with Punk's Legendary Magic was already enough to prove that one was a Legendary creature.
"Ovin Ririrti... it seemed your escape had not gone very smoothly, had it?"
Expressionless, Punk used the enormous magical hand to hold the old mage some distance away from himself. While cautiously observing the Rune Sage's expression, he swiftly gathered a huge mass of water element in his hand.
Splash!
He directly drenched Ovin with the icy sphere of water. The cold-eyed caster said nothing as he continued to watch the old mage, now soaked through.
No Legendary was easy to deal with. Cautious Whisper of Destruction had always remembered those words. Even though the Rune Sage now appeared to have completely degenerated into a beast "too weak to truss a chicken," Punk would never