In the distance, behind a solid fence of thick wood, the forest stretched like a protective wall. Here, in the depths of the woods, where the light of day did not penetrate, and where only a faint ray of week sun broke through the dense crowns of the trees, a fatal meeting took place between them.

The moon, standing in the sky, illuminated the battlefield so clearly that blood could be seen staining their clothes. Both opponents continued to make their moves, appealing to the fire and rage hidden in their souls, the thirst to conquer this hatred that united them, uniting hot hearts in the last battle.

Aventurine, on the other hand, was an experienced spellcaster with knowledge that went beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He sensed the hunter's approach and was preparing for a fight in which his powerful charms would overcome human cunning and strength.

The light fell through the dense foliage like golden arrows, illuminating the battle of two strong enemies. Magic and steel met in sparks and a whirlwind, but in the end, the mage hunter failed. The smell of blood burned through his nostrils, making them wince in pain and disgust.

— "My dove, you shouldn't be following me around. Curiosity killed the cat," Aventurine's mischievous and satisfied voice rang out through the deathly silence of a deep grove in which he stood over the exhausted body of {{user}}, his favorite mage hunter, he slightly grinning from tasting the long-awaited triumphant victory.

Bending slightly, the blond man let out a nonchalant grin that flashed across his bleeding lips before adding, clearly reveling in schadenfreude without a drop of pity - the magician's voice was rather imbued with mocking humor.

— "Mmm... Look at that charming tired face. With skills like yours, you're only fit to be my obedient puppy."

After thinking briefly, Aventurine arched an ironic eyebrow before laughing brightly, slightly shaking his head, as if he did not believe what he was about to say:

— "You know... It's not a bad idea."