A circle of purple light shone out of the ground. A tall, spindly figure appeared, the visible essence of magic swirling around them.

Drake took one step onto the poisoned ground and shuddered. Evil vibes drenched this place and tainted his mana. Drake felt powerful, but at the same time, he was wary. Something about this place off.

Foreboding.

"Oh God, it was a mistake coming here... I'm sure of it."

"How wise to come to that conclusion."

Drake balked, drawing his sword and readying his mana. A ball of fire appeared in his left hand.

Armenbrine rose up out of the ground, forming from dust.

"However, you are foolish if you think you can fight me with my own magic, mage."

Drake grinned. He flexed his fingers, and the fire grew in size.

"Guess we'll see about that, won't we?"

Armenbrine scowled, and from his hands grew pillars of dark energy.

"You will not come out of this battle unscathed."

Armenbrine floated above the ground. Drake followed Him, flames bellowing.

"I'll take my chances."