Step. Step. Step.
Larth walked slowly across the white stone floor, passing through the entrance in the blade pillar. Adam and Kaerno's figures were far ahead.
Usually, he wouldn't have fallen a step behind Kaerno, but now, there was no light in his eyes like there used to be.
"Well, well, looks like you've finally lost?" The smug voice came from the shadows.
Larth turned around only to see Sarka's two large blue eyes.
"What do you want? I'm sure you enjoyed the show to the fullest."
"Of course!" she exclaimed joyfully. "K4-Phantom, wielding Dark Energy? Hah! I'd crawl at Master Kaerno's feet if he'd let me fight that Phantom!"
Larth sighed heavily.
"Sarka… You're one of the strongest Fangs in our pillar, and even overall, you hold a high rank. Yet there isn't a shred of pride or dignity in you… How is that even possible?"
"Huh! None of what you're saying matters! Only strength and victory matter to me! If you thought the same way, you wouldn't have lost to him!"
