[Mamveth's POV]
Vexed, Mamveth narrowed his eyes and regarded the Chancellor with mounting suspicion, scrutinizing every spell Ophelia had hurled against him.
None of the attacks she unleashed carried any real weight, nor did they have enough killing power to genuinely threaten him. Which was rather ironic for someone of her caliber — an Archmage who should have been more than capable of reducing him to ruin.
'What the hell is she doing?'
That was Mamveth's first thought as another spell crashed against him, only to be devoured by the curse shrouding his body.
Then, another possibility occurred to him.
'Perhaps… is she restraining herself because she is searching for a way to save this scholar?'
At that thought, Mamveth nearly laughed. It was certainly a plausible conjecture, and not one he could simply cast aside.
