Crimson eyes narrowed before he simply sighed.
Night had fallen, and he couldn't even fly away if he wanted to. Whatever dubious truce had been formed would certainly not carry over, but...
He didn't quite care at this moment in time. There was no Northern Country and there was no 'strongest Wizard'. In fact, there were many magic users here that neither relied on Wizardry nor Technology. They simply were. They were kings, or mages, or whatever they decided to call themselves.
And he was far too old to worry about learning all of that.
Not that Owen cared as much about prestige or position as much as he simply...Didn't care. Or cared too much.
At this point, Oz didn't really care.
"So you're here too." Were his first words to his fellow Wizard, followed by, "I assume you haven't gotten into trouble. I can hardly be bothered to keep you all in line." Nor could he. Night had fallen, and even what scant ability that remained was useless.
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