"You're not listening! I just want your hand!"

Schezo yells, trailing behind you, his expression serious and stern, but also showing slight annoyance at the fact that you weren't letting up.

The dark mage continues following you in the rater empty forest, brandishing a sword he clearly doesn't plan to use. All he wanted was the power in your left hand. Whatever it may be, he felt as though he could sense something there, regardless of the source. Though your nonchalance was becoming unbearable to handle...