“Kassadin?”

No answer.

The void figure in the sky still raised his arms high, and under the almost purple sky, he looked at the uninvited guest in front of him in silence.

“Marzaha?”

Still silent.

I don’t know if it was Kasadin or Marzaha’s void figure that just released his hostility.

Leave here.

"It doesn't matter, no matter which one you are, good morning, mine..." Drizzt bowed slightly, maintaining enough respect.

For your own, food.

"Leave here, mortal." The visitor from the void in the sky finally had to speak, with indifference arrogance and majesty.

"You seem to have misunderstood what I mean, I'm here..." Drizzt shrugged his shoulders and shook his head and said, "It's not here to ask, nor to visit, nor to pass by, I'm here..."

"Eat yours."

Eat yours.

This is the most direct declaration of war.

The next second.

Drizzt had already stepped in front of the void visitor.

Nothing, extra nonsense.

Start a war.

"Boom--" Drizzt punched the entire purple sky with a punch and burst out dense cracks.

But the visitor from the void had already used the power of the void to travel to another direction.

"Sure enough, such a barbaric fighting style is still not suitable for me." Drizzt was not discouraged by not hitting the enemy. He just nodded at the void visitor who appeared on the other side.

Easy, start drawing cards.

And the void visitor who didn't know whether it was Kasadin or Marzaha, had already launched a counterattack.

He stretched out one of his hands.

Right hand.

The right hand that has completely become the power of void.

He pointed in the direction of Drizzt in the void.

The space where Drizzt is located begins to shatter.

It's like a painting where the ink has begun to peel off by the years.

And Drizzt is the person in the painting.

He frowned, probably because he felt the pull from the origin of the whole world.

He drew a card.

So behind him, the god representing all kinds of extreme emotions in the world flashed.

Fearless, fear, pride, **, pain.

Five emotions come out.

The entire picture on the verge of collapse stopped there.

It will be broken or not. There is an extremely paradoxical and beautiful thing.

"High Tower." He held the card in his hand and sighed at the towering tower that was destroyed by lightning on the card, and the man who fell from the tower.

What a bad card.

What a bad life.

Whether it is in the right position or the reverse position, it is the most painful abyss.

adversity.

"Your life must be very hard." Drizzt shook his head, threw the card casually, "Give it to you."

You are born to be a lonely guy.

"Brush--"

Cards fly out.

The scene of the whole world changes in vain.

The white snow field originally shrouded in the purple sky.

Suddenly, a huge thunderstorm sounded.

It was originally empty, only in the snowy sky.

Suddenly, a tall tower suddenly stood up, but it was immediately destroyed by the huge thunderfall in the sky.

Rocks penetrate the sky.

Sand and stones splashed everywhere.

And the void visitor who was originally standing in the air.

For some reason, he began to fall. From the destroyed tower.

Falling, towards the abyss.

Everything is like the reproduction of the content of that card.

This is prophecy, and it is also true creation.

Tall tower.

Tower of Destruction.

Drizzt created a world in the blink of an eye.

After absorbing the power of Dismason, his strength rose to a whole step.

The void visitor wanted to resist, but he tried to escape on his way to fall.

He is moving.

With the powerful power of the void, he kept moving.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, it was futile.

He was still falling.

He has fallen into Drizzt's trap.

He is the falling prey.

Drizzt was floating in the broken painting, holding his hands, watching the scene as if watching a drama.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "It's so pitiful."

It's so lonely.

He closed his eyes and drew out the second card.

The second card.

Yes, the Holy Sword.

The cards flew out.

It immediately turned into a huge holy sword and penetrated the poor man who was still falling and rising.

"Thorn-" The long sword penetrated the air.

With one sword, a visitor from the void was nailed to the ground.

He didn't even struggle, and...

There is no chance to tell others about his story.

He died, like snow fell.

The sky has returned to its orange-yellow appearance.

The cracks were floating empty, and I don’t know when new people would come out of it.

In the distance, there seemed to be a whine, the sound of a bird.

I don't know what it is, lamenting.

Drizzt opened his eyes, looked away, then withdrew his gaze, and said to himself: "It's not suitable to eat bird meat in the morning."

He landed and began to walk towards his breakfast.
To be continued...