The Second Incarnation of the God of Creation

Magic sword mage

Once the hood of the mage wearing white clothing were off, the strands of his beautiful golden hair flowed downwards, his heterochromia pupils were visible to the naked eyes.

"Y-You!"

Luke exclaimed, his hazel eyes opening wide. The mages blue and green coloured eyes shone from the light reflecting from his pupils.

"Th-The magic sword mage... Sir Levi!"

Luke muttered between groans.

The 'Magic sword mage' was a famous figure that had hailed from the kingdom of Zestril for not only his talents in magic but also, his mastery in swordsmanship. But what makes him even more frightening was his gift!

Levi looked coldly at the fallen Luke and slowly drew near with each step he took.

"Oh, so you have heard of me, not bad. I guess my reputation must have spread even to the great Alberta kingdom."

He spoke.

"Though, it's a shame you have to die. Now that your legs are severed and is now untreated, your no longer worth saving."

Levi uttered coldly.

Luke's face winced as he gritted his teeth enduring the pain from his severed legs. He was losing a large quantity of blood as his face slowly started to lose their colour.

Levi slowly reaches towards his sword that was sheath and hidden inside his robe.

The sword he held in his hand was also a mythical sword and a very special one at that. The sword of 'Wrath' A sword which inflict terrible pain onto any it cuts.

Levi stood over the body of Luke who was grimacing in pain as he tried his best to stop the blood flowing from his severed knees.

"You don't have to worry; I personally do not enjoy tormenting the weak and injured. I can promise to end it all in one swing."

Levi said calmly.

Luke could only smile at that; he had lived for many years now and had participated on many battlefields. He wasn't as strong as Matthew, the leader of the royal knight also known as the strongest within the Alberta kingdom. He was still one of its guardians.

(Heh, to think my life would end by the hands of such a fellow)

He thought.

Levi raised his sword upwards as sunlight reflected off the surface of the blade, he then looked at Luke with pitying gaze before he brought the sword downwards, but then-

"?!"

Levi stopped his swing and instinctively stepped to the side evading a blast of wind by a hair's breadth.

"General, Luke!"

The blue-haired mage came running towards Luke who was laying on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Hey! Are you okay?!"

She asked while kneeling down next to him. She wanted to use healing magic on him but, with Levi standing only a few meters away she couldn't take the risk. Of course, ignoring your opponent's midbattle was no different from suicide.

"Guh! Le-Leave me behind... I'm as good as dead anyway, leave this place."

Luke muttered as blood slid down his lips. His hands felt weak just moving his finger was already becoming a struggle.

"Tch! What are you saying?! I can't just leave you here! Not when there might still be a chance to save you!"

She raises her voice so loud that it was no different from a scream. Levi looked at them with disinterest, before he started to move closer to the female mage.