The roar of battle continued without end. Merlin dodged the sword energy that occasionally slashed past him, as well as the emerald-green beams shooting across the sky.
Every so often, webs would come raining down over the entire area. They exploded upon catching anything solid. Merlin had nearly been tangled up in one of them, and only managed to break free after ending up covered in dust and grime.
"Honestly, where did he go? I clearly remember he was around here."
He arrived at an open patch near the edge of the battlefield. Though it bore traces of destruction, the damage was not severe. Crystal shards littered the ground in a complete mess, but the area had not collapsed and could still support someone standing on it.
Yet after carefully looking around, Merlin still could not find the Jeweled One...