Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Jaegar was clear that they were all illusions, and he yelled out loud, thinking that someone was manipulating him.

"These illusions don't work on me. I don't care about them." Jaegar's voice echoed through the drak space, his frustration evident. He knew he had to stay focused and find a way to break free from this mind game.

Then a voice boomed, "Don't you want to go back to your world?" Jaegar's heart skipped a beat. He gritted his teeth and responded, "I won't be fooled by empty promises. Show yourself!"

"And why the fuck would I want to do that?"

"Stop with the bull crap and show yourself," he demanded, his mind unwavering.

Then a crimson enveloped Jaegar appeared before him. The figure stood tall and imposing, their eyes glowing with an eerie intensity.

"Didn't I create a nice home for you? Stay there and enjoy the moment."

Jaegar's anger flared at the figure's words. "You think this is a home? It's nothing but a prison! I won't be trapped here any longer."

"I made peace with them, I don't need any love or their affection."

His anger, confusion, rage, and total mind had been calmed down. He understood that this crimson figure wanted to take over this body as it had earlier. He regained himself, trying to calm down for a second to think clearly. As he took a deep breath, Jaegar realized that he needed to find a way to resist the figure's control and regain his freedom.

"And I have a lot to do, so why don't we get done with this?"

Crimson Jaegar laughed and said, "You aren't leaving here."

"And I'm you, you are me."

"Yes, but the matter here is who controls the body."

"You can't win against me."

Crimson Jaegar laughed loudly, "Foolish human, you think you can absorb me, you are weak, and you cannot take this power."

While he was thinking, a crimson figure appeared before him and held him by the throat. "Let me take over, we will be a god for them. I will make them submit and kill whoever comes in our way."

The Jaegar struggled to break free from the crimson figure's grip, gasping for air. "I will never let you control me," he choked out defiantly.

As he struggled, Jaegar's hand sparked with lightning in one hand, and the other hand produced a purple mist. Then crimson Jaegar moved back, feeling a stinging sensation on his hands.

Since then, Jaegar began his relentless battle against Crimson Jaegar. It was a grueling and arduous struggle. Despite initially overwhelming his adversary, it seemed that no matter what he did, victory remained elusive.

In the beginning, the two clashed without coordination. Jaegar was unfamiliar with utilizing his lightning and the mysterious power of purple mist. This marked the true beginning of his nightmare.

Subsequent battles were brutal and relentless. Crimson Jaegar was like a primal beast, unleashed with unbridled fury and rage, attacking Jaegar without respite. The sight of the imposing figure before him filled Jaegar with terror.

For countless attempts, Jaegar couldn't even put up a fight and was constantly overwhelmed, torn apart, and defeated. It was less of a fight and more of a one-sided massacre.

Yet, after suffering several deaths and rebirths, a glimmer of hope appeared.

A realization dawned on Jaegar: using the powers separately was futile. He needed to combine lightning and mist to stand a chance.

This was an incredibly difficult task, far more complex than performing two distinct tasks simultaneously. But Jaegar had no other option; he had to master this technique.

Time passed, but Jaegar lost track of it in the relentless struggle.

Despite the exhaustion and injuries, he kept fighting. Winning or losing didn't matter anymore.

He fought to prove the strength of his beliefs, to show that he wouldn't back down as a man. His emotions raged like an eternal inferno, and he forgot everything else.

In the midst of their brutal battle, the orange-hued skin of Crimson Jaegar began to fall off, and Jaegar's body cracked.

It was in this moment that Jaegar had an epiphany. Winning the fight wasn't the true objective; it was about accepting Crimson Jaegar's existence, his emotions, and his power.

He knew for once that he wouldn't kill him.

"Don't think you have killed me..."

Kreuek!

The only thing it was capable of was destruction, annihilation, and complete chaos. It tried to take control of Jaegar's mind, but it couldn't, as Jaegar remained resolute and showed no sign of emotional breakdown. He showed no anger and remained calm, making it hard for it to take over him right now.

Even after losing to him a number of times, his mind didn't falter, and he stood with an absolutely resolute mind of his own.

As the realization settled in, Crimson Jaegar's body shattered into fragments that flowed into Jaegar's own body.

And he accepted them without hesitation as if it were the natural course of events.

The immense power would have driven anyone else mad, but Jaegar's unwavering mind digested it effortlessly. This absorption granted Jaegar a better understanding of the powers he had encountered, and he learned how to wield them.

The dark space around him began to collapse, and a kaleidoscope of memories flashed before his eyes. Only then did Jaegar realize how much time had passed in this seemingly endless struggle. It had become another reality in which Jaegar had spent 131 years within the dark space, fighting an eternal battle.

With newfound knowledge and power, Jaegar finally opened his eyes. The struggle in the dark space had changed him, and he was no longer the same person.

The rhombus appeared and glowed on his forehead, then disappeared after a moment, the skin returning to its usual self.

Angelina revealed a smile and said, "Is it done?"

"I think so."

Angelina let out a sigh, feeling the tiredness wash over her.

As Angelina rose to her feet.

"My work here is done, it's time for me to go," she declared, turning her gaze towards Jaegar.

She continued, "You stay here, and I think you have company."

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