One in a Hundred
A woman walks through a battlefield untouched by any bullet, sword, or spell. A skeletal dragon made of lighting follows her every footstep, destroying everything in it’s path. She holds up her staff and a wave of awe-inspiring blue fire radiates from her.
Suddenly, a mass of black surrounds her, devouring the fire. A man stood on top of the dark mass, looking down on everything like the king of the world. He drew his sword and pointed it at the woman, the mass of black condenses to form a small hurricane around his sword. A sudden burst of mana explodes from both of them as they charge at each other.
A man sitting on the clouds high above both of them chuckled, “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”