In the country side base group 2 were about to reach the main base but had to change their strategy as Trevor sensed that they were surrounded by enemies.

"Can you two hold them off?" he asked.

"Absolutely." Gwen replied, drawing her pistols with a confident grin. Aisel nodded silently, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Good." Trevor said.

He gave a signal to the rest of his group, and Aisel activated his smoke screen skill, creating a thick cloud of fog that covered their escape. They dashed towards the base, leaving Aisel and Gwen behind to face the snipers.

As the smoke cleared, the enemy sharpshooters saw only two figures standing in the open, armed with daggers and pistols. They looked fearless and ready for battle.

Trevor led his group deeper into the base, moving cautiously and quietly. They reached the door of the main house, where their target was supposed to be.

"Everyone, stay here and guard the entrance. Mike, come with me." He ordered.

Mike followed him obediently. He was nervous and curious about what they would find inside. They opened the door and entered the room. It was a simple and spacious hall, with a cushioned seat at the far end. An old man was sitting there, waiting for them. He smiled and greeted them.

"So, you finally made it."

Trevor recognized the old man. He was Rowan, a legendary mage from the Griffin League.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Rowan." Trevor said coldly.

"Nor did I expect you. Is he your disciple?" Rowan asked, pointing at Mike.

"Enough talk. Where is the little master?" Trevor demanded.

"What's the rush? Why don't you try to defeat me first?" Rowan challenged.

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"As you wish. Mike, watch carefully. This is how mages fight." Trevor aid.

The air crackled with electric energy as Rowan and Trevor faced off, their stances poised and focused. Rowan's weathered hands moved in precise gestures, conjuring lightning-like bolts that surged towards Trevor. He countered swiftly, erecting a shimmering barrier of holy energy that absorbed the electrifying onslaught.

The room echoed with the clash of their magic, the ethereal dance of electrical energy and holy energy. Rowan summoned bolts of lightning that danced around him, while Trevor's gestures shimmered with a radiant holy glow.

Rowan launched another barrage of lightning towards Trevor, but he deflected it with a wave of his hand, turning the energy into harmless sparks. The fight intensified, each displaying expertise in their specialized craft.

Suddenly, seizing an opening, Trevor launched a barrage of arcing holy bolts that coalesced into a blinding flash of light. Rowan, caught off guard, staggered, momentarily stunned. Before he could recover, Trevor casted a binding spell, immobilizing him.

As the dust settled, Trevor approached Rowan, his eyes cold and determined. "Where's little master?" he asked.

But Rowan, despite being immobilized, showed no signs of yielding. His eyes blazed with the fire of electrical magic, refusing to accept defeat as he struggled against the magical restraints.

"Our fight is still not done," Rowan shouted, him voice resonating with a fervor that belied him aging exterior.

Trevor paused, his eyes locked with Rowan's. He saw the determination in his gaze, the stubbornness in his jaw, the defiance in his posture. He realized he was not going to give up, not even now.

Before Trevor could act, Rowan's defiance surged. With a burst of willpower, he summoned a surge of electricity, shattering the magical bonds that constrained him. The room quaked with the unleashed power as Kate stood, him aura pulsating with renewed vigor.

"Let's finish this fight," Rowan proclaimed, him weathered features illuminated by an intense determination that defied him age.

Trevor, acknowledging Rowan's unwavering resolve, readied himself for the continuation of the duel. The clash resumed with unparalleled ferocity as Rowan unleashed torrents of electrical forces, their sheer magnitude shaking the very foundation of the room. Trevor countered with intricate spells and shields, matching Rowan's fury with calculated precision.

The air crackled with their magical prowess, a testament to their unyielding determination. The room became a battleground, remnants of their arcane clashes creating a spectacle of light and sound that echoed through the chambers.

With each passing moment, both mages pushed the boundaries of their abilities, their powers escalating to unprecedented heights. Rowan, fueled by a desire to go out in a blaze of magical glory, summoned a tempestuous vortex of electrical elements, an all-encompassing display of his mastery.

Trevor, realizing the dire consequences of the escalating battle, made a split-second decision. Channeling his expertise, he wove a complex spell, not of destruction, but of containment. With a surge of energy, he encapsulated Rowan in a shimmering, ethereal barrier, neutralizing the chaotic energies that threatened to consume them both.

Breathless and drained, the room fell silent as the swirling energies dissipated. Trevor approached the contained barrier, his gaze meeting Rowan's eyes filled with an unspoken understanding.

"Even I don't know where he is," Rowan said, before continuing in a grateful tone. "Trevor, thank you for giving me the honor to face defeat as a mage."

Trevor gazed at Rowan's lifeless body, a pang of nostalgia hitting him as he remembered their long history of rivalry. He could still vividly recall the spark in Rowan's eyes, the curiosity woven into his magic, and the pride in his voice.

"Sir...who is he?" Mike asked nervously, breaking the silence.

"Once, we were friends. We worked together at Mage Tower, but our paths diverged when he chose Griffin and I chose Phoenix. That choice made us enemies. Such is the life of a mage," Trevor said, his voice heavy with regret.

Mike didn't understand his words completely. He wondered what had driven them apart, and what had brought them together for this final duel. He felt a mix of awe and sadness, witnessing the end of an era.