Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

"Come when you feel content," Angelina said calmly before stepping towards a portal that had materialized nearby. With each step, the distance between them grew until she vanished through the portal, leaving Jaegar to face the demon alone.

Jaegar stood up, making his robe fall to his waist, revealing his now defined muscles, and his aura had undergone a drastic change. He stood, composed and ready, as the demon charged relentlessly towards him. He could feel the rawness coursing through him right now, pounding in his muscles, his every cell screamed and roared through the energy he emanated.

In the past, Jaegar might have been afraid, but not now. He clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him.

He began running toward the approaching demon, starting slowly and then picking up the pace.

As they closed in on each other, both Jaegar and the demon unleashed their fists in a fierce collision.

Upon impact, a shock wave burst forth from Jaegar\'s fist, propelling the demon away with tremendous force.

The creature crashed into the ground, plowing through it for several meters before finally coming to a halt.

The aftermath of the collision was evident, with the demon\'s body in a lifeless mess.

Jaegar\'s newfound strength was palpable. He stood there, no longer feeling fear or hesitation. He had come to embrace the immense power dwelling within.

As Jaegar stood amidst the crimson landscape, he noticed more demons approaching from the direction the former demon had come.

With a stern expression, he slowly rose into the air, levitating as he observed the eerie surroundings.

The horizon was nothing but a straight red line, filled with a vast sea of bones. Perplexed by this surreal place, he couldn\'t help but wonder, "Just what sort of place is this?"

It was purgatory, and she had sent him to the most dangerous and cruel place in the world.

Deciding to test his newfound powers, Jaegar moved towards the horde of demons.

Raising his hand as the clouds gather above him. With a gesture towards the ground, he commanded the red lightning to streak down from the clouds, striking a demon and reducing it to blackened, charred remains.

He continued bringing down the lightning on them, wreaking havoc on the horde, trying a few more times in various ways, he stopped the lightning and turned his attention to the purple mist.

The Purple mist was an inheritance of power from his mother, known as the "Origin Chaos Arts of Purple Mist."

As he unleashed the mist on the demons, it transformed into a versatile manifestation of his will. The mist pierced through their hearts, sliced them into pieces, and turned them into dust. It was as if his mind had become a reality, and the purple mist obeyed his every command.

Jaegar then caught one of the demons, using the purple mist to restrain its arms and legs. He examined the creature closely, noting its inability to speak; it only grunted and made eerie shrieking noises.

He could sense that the demon was not a sane being but a mindless entity driven by destructive instincts.

Then lightning struck the demon, piercing its forehead and extinguishing its life.

The purple mist danced around Jaegar\'s arms, as if in sync with his thoughts, swirling around him like an ethereal dance.

He was determined to gain complete control over the chaotic purple mist that now flowed within him.

It was as though his old memories were being awakened, guiding him on how to wield this enigmatic power. With each step he took, he felt a deeper connection to this arcane force.

As he continued on his path, Jaegar stumbled upon the ruins of a massive building.

Inside, he sensed a presence, creatures unlike the demons he had encountered before. These beings had six hands, six eyes, and their appearance was so diverse that it defied description.

Yet, they seemed drawn to his presence as they spotted him amidst the ruins.

A moment of eerie silence enveloped the area, a calm before the impending storm.

Then, with a shrill cry, the creatures lunged towards him, their intentions unmistakably hostile.

Jaegar\'s expression grew more serious, and crimson squares appeared on both of his hands. With a focused mind, he summoned the flames of his power, materializing them into threads of fire that resembled streams of molten lava. Swiftly, he unleashed the threads towards the charging creatures, winding them up in their fiery embrace.

The intense heat of the fire threads seemed to be in perfect harmony with the chaotic essence of the purple mist.

They entangled the creatures, rendering them helpless in their struggle against his might.

Jaegar\'s eyes glinted with crimson flare as he held control over the overwhelming power surging within him.

With precision and skill, he directed the fire threads, restraining the creatures with calculated movements.

He was no longer merely reacting to his powers, but had gained a sense of command over them.

Each gesture felt natural, as though he had always known how to wield this raw elemental force.

Memories from a distant past, perhaps from the time when the crimson and the purple were first intertwined, flashed through his mind, lending him ancient wisdom in this battle.

As the fire threads engulfed the creatures, they let out anguished cries, writhing within the embrace of the flames.

Despite their bizarre appearances, their agony was evident, and a hint of sadness filled Jaegar\'s heart. He wasn\'t fighting out of a desire to destroy, but to protect and preserve.

In a moment of epiphany, Jaegar realized that the crimson and the purple within him were the forces of destruction, and their might was unimaginable and unpredictable.

With newfound clarity and acceptance, Jaegar\'s control over the crimson and purple powers grew even stronger. He knew that there was still much to learn and understand, but he was determined to master these extraordinary powers.

In the midst of the ruins, Jaegar pressed on, driven by an unyielding passion to explore further and test his powers against the unknown.

As he ventured deeper into the ruins, the remnants of time intertwined with the power coursing through his veins. The red sky above seemed to reflect the intensity of his fiery intent. Jaegar\'s eyes, now ablaze with an inner strength, scanned the surroundings with a sharp focus.

A faint smile danced on his lips, and he felt the thrill it gave him. It was what drove him forward. The adrenaline surged through his body, fueling his desire to conquer the uncharted territory ahead.

With each step, Jaegar\'s heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of his unwavering resolve. The unknown may have been daunting to others, but for Jaegar, it was an irresistible call to push beyond his limits and embrace the exhilaration of the undiscovered.

Within the shadows, he sensed movement. More creatures emerged, drawn by the echoes of battle, ready to challenge the intruder in their domain. Jaegar braced himself, a sense of anticipation tingling through his body. It was time to put his abilities to the test once more.

Summoning the power of lightning, the immemorial arts, and the arts of purple mist, Jaegar unleashed a mesmerizing display of elemental might. The air crackled with electricity as bolts of lightning struck true, rendering the approaching creatures motionless in a dance of electrifying power.

With a flourish, he summoned the purple mist, the essence of his mother\'s legacy, weaving it into an intricate dance of destruction. The mist obeyed his will, wrapping around the creatures, ensnaring them, and transforming their forms into mere particles that dissipated into the atmosphere.

The more of the power of chaos he used, the more of his mother\'s memories he regained. He remembered the time when he first opened his eyes to see a woman, it was his mother who held him.

He saw her; he saw her face, which was tender with love for him, her eyes showcased how much she loved him. He was even more fueled by those memories, that they killed such a woman, took a mother from her son, and left him with a void that could never be filled. The anger and grief within him grew stronger, driving him to seek revenge against those responsible for his mother\'s untimely demise.

As the ruins echoed with the last echoes of battle, Jaegar stood tall and resolute, his abilities now honed to a fine edge. He had found harmony between the two forces that resided within him—the fiery power of crimson lightning and the ever-shifting enigma of the purple mist.

Unfazed by the desolation around him, Jaegar\'s eyes sparkled with an intense hunger for annihilation.

The trials within the ruins had granted him valuable insights into the true extent of his abilities, empowering him to face whatever lay ahead.

There was no turning back now. Jaegar was no longer the uncertain young man he was back then.

With a steady stride and an unshakable will, Jaegar continued his journey, deeper into the heart of the crimson ruins. Each step carried him deeper into the sinister world.