Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

In a fit of rage, Jaegar clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain his anger. There was a crimson glint in his eyes, burning brightly, it was evident even to the duo.

He helped his aunt stand up and told her to step back. She caught his hand, telling him and urging him, but he was not on stage to listen to her. He took her hand off him and told her in a stern voice.

She instinctively listened to him and moved back.

Francesca rushed to the door to enter the room. She could sense the tension in the air and knew she had to intervene before things escalated further.

Jaegar then turned towards the duo and clenched his fist.

Jaegar's fury materialized into a storm of red lightning that enveloped his clenched fists, casting an eerie glow in the room. With a thunderous roar, he unleashed his wrath upon Rusty.

The searing bolt of red lightning, crackling with unstoppable power, streaked across the room like a vengeful comet, zeroing in on its target.

Rusty barely had time to react. As the punch landed on him, a cataclysmic surge of electricity surged through his body. His agonized scream pierced the air, but it was drowned out by the sizzling energy coursing through him. The red lightning surged and danced around him, encasing him in a web of electrified torment.

Mace, witnessing the destructive power of Jaegar's attack, had transformed to defend his comrade. But it was too late. The devastating force of the punch engulfed them both, lifting them off their feet like leaves caught in a tempest. They were powerless against the relentless current of energy that carried them through the air.

With a bone-shattering impact, Rusty and Mace were hurled against the unforgiving concrete wall. The room trembled as their bodies collided with brutal force, sending shockwaves through the structure.

Dust and debris rained down as the wall absorbed the violent collision.

Diana, now freed from her restraints, watched in awe and terror as the room bore witness to Jaegar's unleashed power. Her nephew's abilities, once a source of curiosity and wonder, now stood as a testament to his indomitable will and the depths of his protective instincts.

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Francesca, who had observed the entire cataclysmic event with wide eyes, was left speechless in the face of Jaegar's fury. She had underestimated him.

Amidst the debris and chaos, there was a fleeting moment of stillness. The room had suffered severe damage, and the remnants of the crumbling wall lay scattered around. It seemed as though Jaegar's devastating attack had left Rusty and Mace buried beneath the rubble.

However, the silence was shattered by the movement in the debris as Mace, who had rapidly transformed to withstand the impact, emerged from the debris.

He casually pushed aside the fallen concrete slabs, revealing Rusty beneath the rubble. Dusting himself off with nonchalance, Mace couldn't help but comment, "Oof, that was something."

Rusty then commented, dusting himself too, "Now I understand why they called us." Rusty retrieved the two guns holstered at his waist. His ability was speed, granting him incredible agility, and he also had another ability, which was marksmanship.

Meanwhile, Mace, now standing at an imposing height of two meters with his body encased in an iron-like shell, warned Jaegar, "Kid, you shouldn't have done that." His skin had turned into a surface of hardness like iron, with a grey complexion.

Jaegar remained silent, his hands no longer crackling with red lightning. Instead, a dense, swirling purple mist began to fill the room, shrouding him in an enigmatic aura.

Francesca, Mace, and Rusty stared in disbelief, their earlier shock replaced by a growing sense of dread.

They hadn't seen anyone with this kind of odd power until now. Rusty muttered, "What kind of kid did they bring in this time?"

Collecting themselves, Mace and Rusty hastily moved towards Jaegar, shaking off their astonishment.

They had never encountered anything like this before, and their curiosity was tinged with fear.

Rusty, relying on his incredible speed, reached Jaegar first. As he lunged to grab hold of Jaegar, the mist surrounding Jaegar's hands coalesced into a sharp, ethereal spike that struck with lethal precision, impaling Rusty's hand.

Pain and shock registered on Rusty's face as he cried out, and his movements halted.

Amidst Rusty's cries of agony, Jaegar showed no mercy. He relentlessly struck Rusty's ankles, rendering him powerless and forcing him to kneel before him.

Mace, having reached the scene, hurled a fist towards Jaegar, but the nimble Jaegar evaded the attack with ease. The purple mist continued to swirl around him, forming an eerie, ethereal barrier.

He then waved his hand, making the mist flow around Mace's legs and arms, holding him in midair and straining him tightly. Mace struggled against the purple mist's restraints, his muscles straining under the pressure. The mist constricted around him, squeezing tighter with each passing moment, leaving him gasping for air.

Jaegar advanced towards Rusty, his eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity. He raised his hand, and the mist obediently ensnared Rusty's two arms, rendering him completely immobile.

With a cold and unwavering tone, Jaegar questioned, "You're the one who laid hands on her?"

Rusty felt the sheer menace in Jaegar's voice, and his fear intensified as he struggled to free his hands, to no avail.

With another deft wave of Jaegar's hand, the mist transformed into a deadly purple blade, which moved swiftly to sever Rusty's hands from his wrists. Rusty couldn't suppress a blood-curdling scream, and red blood gushed from the gruesome stumps.

Diana couldn't bear to witness Rusty's horrific fate and turned her head away.

Francesca stood frozen at the entrance of the room, staring at the scene where Rusty growled in pain. She didn't imagine such a fair-looking boy would be capable of doing such a gruesome act. She felt a mix of shock and disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend the brutality unfolding before her eyes.

As the room filled with Rusty's agonized cries, Francesca's heart sank, realizing that she had stumbled upon something far more sinister than she could have ever imagined.

Meanwhile, Mace, infuriated by the gruesome spectacle, roared with a surge of renewed determination.

He relinquished his connection to the mist and planted his feet firmly on the ground, causing the floor to crack beneath him.

Mace charged towards Jaegar, aiming to pummell him into submission.

As he sensed Mace running towards him, Jaegar quickly summoned his lightning, burning intensely in his fist. Soon,  the fist turned orange, with red lightning crackling aggressively, and he stretched his hand to meet the fist of Mace.

As Mace's colossal fist collided with Jaegar's outstretched hand, a brilliant, searing light erupted between them. Jaegar had used his potent lightning ability, which intensified his fist, turning his fist into a blazing orange, as though it had been stoked in a searing forge.

Upon impact, a shockwave erupted from the collision, and Jaegar's fist didn't stop there; it moved into the fist of Mace. Mace's iron fist began to liquefy, melting away like molten metal.

Mace cried out in pain, and he swiftly retreated, shaking his damaged hand as molten iron dripped from his palm, leaving a sizzling trail.

Outside the facility, Mia and Jack were in the narrow alley of the houses in front of the east wing of Primal Atoll. They had followed the car Jaegar was in and reached this place. As they were looking for a way inside, an explosion came from inside. The guards all ran to the site to check on what happened.

Mia and Jack had seized the opportunity created by the guards' distraction. They made their way inside and arrived at the east wing, drawn by the commotion. As they entered the building, they ran towards the place where the explosion erupted.

Inside the room, the clash between Mace and Jaegar raged on. Jaegar's fists, crafted from swirling purple mist, relentlessly pummeled Mace, who used his immense strength to withstand the onslaught.

Every time Mace managed to shatter one of Jaegar's misty fists, it quickly reformed, ready to strike again.

Mace, with his hand now fully regenerated, continued to battle Jaegar. The room was filled with the deafening sound of their blows, and the sheer force of their clashes caused the walls to tremble.

The sides of the walls crumbled, giving a view of the outside. The guards surrounded the place, watching in horror as they saw two of them fighting. They were even more shocked to see Jaegar and his mysterious purple mist.

Rusty, still groaning in pain, lay nearby with his severed hands.

Diana had moved towards the glass where Francesca stood. She watched Jaegar with a worried look on her face.

Francesca, who had brought Jaegar here with the intention of persuading him to join their organization, watched in astonishment.

She had never imagined that Jaegar possessed such mysterious and formidable abilities. His powers were beyond anything she had anticipated.

Jaegar, his eyes blazing with determination, pressed on, forcing Mace to defend himself continuously.