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Enigma’s Disdainful Stroke

His adversary was channeling mana, large quantities of it. The pages of the spellbook in their hand had begun to project the arcane glow of mystical energies. In his position, many mages would have lost their nerve, unable to respond to such an obvious threat.

But Enigma was unfazed. With the practiced ease from years of training, he gripped the hilt of his sword, drawing in a fraction of the power his opponent was channeling, but it would be enough.

A single slash, infused with disruptive force. To the untrained eye, it was naught but a bluff, cutting through the air. The sorcerer on the other end knew better, for they didn’t need to see it. All of the mana they had summoned had been harmlessly dispersed back into the atmosphere around them. And after a few moments, the book in their hand had darkened, a single tear cleaving the pages in half despite the distance between the combatants. Their efforts had been for naught.

“As always, I’m a cut above you.”

This piece was actually a gift. For Christmas, my buddy Feng commissioned WarwickIsLovely to get this piece for me. The lore bit was improved by me on the morning I posted this to FurAffinity.

As Feng and I talked about what kind of card would be attached to an art like this, there was one candidate that stood above all others.

Complete with a fitting, witty pun on top of it.