A Man Like None Other

Teegan burst into laughter. “You’re full of yourself! Aren’t you afraid you’ll bite your tongue?”

The more Jared spoke, the less seriously Teegan took him. To Teegan, only the powerless relied on bold words to bolster their confidence.

“Mr. Teegan, let me handle this,” Riehl said, stepping forward. His hands itched for action. Jared’s earlier remarks had struck a nerve, and Riehl was eager to prove himself. The loss of his arcane array had been a bitter blow to his pride, and now he intended to redeem himself.

Teegan gave a nod of approval. “Go ahead, Mr. Rundacel.”

Riehl’s expression turned deadly serious. He began forming seals with his hands, chanting an ancient incantation under his breath.

Two massive specks of light emerged in the air, spinning slowly as they grew brighter. They connected, forming an intricate arcane array that enveloped Jared entirely.

them all,” Riehl sneered.

remained calm, unfazed by the dazzling display. His eyes closed briefly, as if feeling out the arcane array’s structure. Then, with a flick of his fingers

his formation vanished. Jared stood unmoved, his expression cool and

his face pale. He tried again, pouring his spiritual energy into crafting another arcane array. But every time,

unimpressive, Mr. Rundacel,” Jared said,

composure. Deep down, he knew pressing

a long, frustrated sigh, withdrawing all his spiritual energy. His body trembled slightly, a clear

admitted, lowering his head in shame, his voice

with conflicting emotions. He had been so sure of Riehl’s abilities, confident that defeating Jared would be

array craft was far superior to Riehl’s, a fact that neither of