The man who summoned the fireball, who was also known as a loratian, was in a state of confusion after witnessing the self-titled sorcerer make his appearance. The magical power required to make a boulder of that size move was comparable to an old sage who had trained all his life. It would be possible with certain enchanted magic tools, but the sorcerer in question had none on him.

'He managed to perfectly time his rock to shatter my fireball and it is near impossible to get it right with inscriptions. Could it be a coincidence? No way, right at that moment? The only other explanation would be... INSTANT CAST?!' Thought the loratian. The more mysteries he unravelled about the sorcerer, t.he more shocked he would become.

There was no exception with the morian warrior.

'That physique of his... It's perfect. His form is versatile, giving him speed, flexibility and strength. Out of all the warriors I've seen in my life, there is none who comes close to having a perfectly trained body like him. No, this is way beyond any training that a man could accomplish.' Analyzed the warrior while being astonished. The only part that he couldn't observe was below the waist, since it was covered with gray sweatpants that had a very modern style to them.

It was true that the sorcerer's anatomy was perfect. The shapes that his muscles, bones, skin and fat took seemed to be polished to their maximum potential. He was well-built, yet lean, giving him an aesthetic and youthful structure.

"So... Can one of you tell me where the nearest restaurant is? I am STARVING." Said the sorcerer while switching gazes between the two infront of him, hoping to hear an answer fast.

They took a moment to process that the sorcerer infront of them only wanted to eat. They thought of many different situations that the sorcerer could of brought up with them, but food definitely didn't cross their minds.

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"Sir, I am Ertorude Hazantiel, a captain of the 31st Battle Division of Loratia and the third son of the noble Hazantiel family. I invite you to dine in one of the finest restaurant that the capital of Loratia has to offer, Blue-Harbor Gills!" Said the loratian in a hurry as he discarded away the fact that the sorcerer might have been an ally of Moria.

The morian warrior realised he was falling behind and quickly reacted,

"My name is Passe Loyt, a soldier of the Loratian's 2nd Great Army. If I may, I offer you a spot at the Lot on Steakes dining hall located in a town that is not too far from here."

Passe knew of more fancier restaurants, but he considered the distance they were from them. One closer to a hungry man would certainly sound more appeasing.

"Bah! What could your peasant status offer to someone as great as him?" Asked Ertorude. He knew that nobility fared far better when conveniencing themselves with quality life conditions.

"Hmm..." Mumbled the sorcerer before making a decision, "I don't like fish, let's go with the steak hall!"

The noble Ertorude was dismayed at his decision and smashed the muddy ground with his fist in anger, but he couldn't think of anything smart to strike back and accepted the fate that was about take motion. Now, he just hoped to escape from this situation and return home alive.

"I will be repaying the meal with this." Said the sorcerer before pointing his index finger while having a thumb up, forming a hand pistol, towards Ertorude. Suddenly, a hole formed in the noble's forehead and expanded instantly, blowing his head up while blood splattered everywhere.

The warrior, Passe, was startled and took a second before processing what he saw,

"W-What the fuck.."

His heart was racing and his wide eyes could be seen from far away, there hasn't been a single monstrous moment until what just happened.

"Besides, I don't like people trashing my old home. Well, you are off the hook though!" Said the sorcerer who looked at Passe while smiling. In response, Passe gulped down his saliva and slowly nodded.

"Anyway..." 

The sorcerer came closer to Passe and reached out his hand,

"My name is Jackson." 

The warrior was still in shock, but he was able to reach out his hand aswell. Passe look into the eyes of Jackson while both grasped eachothers hands, what he felt at that moment was...

Terror.