Ruger watched from afar. At some point, Big Guy had come to stand beside him.
It was a strange battle to witness. Only by piecing together his vague, imprecise perception of Mental Power with what his eyes saw could he make out what was happening. Otherwise, it looked like an old man taking a stroll, with a deep pit appearing now and then. The sounds were much the same. The deadly clashes of mental force made hardly any noise, and the other Wizard's methods were quiet too. A sudden boom rang out only when another crater appeared in the ground.
That fellow looked far too young, too. They were clearly two old men, but anyone who did not know better might have thought an old man was walking with his grandson through Moonworm City's dilapidated square. Only this grandson kept falling into pits, while the old man patiently strolled after him, watching him climb out again and again-even though what actually happened was that scattered fragments reassembled.
"His Lordship Dorg Savens... I heard about him when I was a child. Every Wizard Family eventually faces decline. He wanted to defy that fate by creating a ruler who could endure longer, and in the end, he chose himself. He wanted to complete the transformation into an Immortal Wizard at the Fourth Ring, even if it came with a price and certain drawbacks. Ultimately, he failed and became like this. Still, he really is difficult to kill," Wizard Dalton said.
"But he normally has to live in a special sealed space? Otherwise, he might die on his own without anyone having to kill him?" Ruger asked curiously.
Wizard Dalton stared intently at the distant figure.
"You could put it that way, though it is slightly different. All we know is that he