There was no disappointment in his voice, only respect.
Some warriors could be persuaded by power.
Others by wealth.
Others by promises of glory.
But there were also those whose loyalty ran deeper than life itself.
Charles was one of them.
His exhausted body trembled as he raised the ancient Tier 7 sword one final time.
Not far away, another battle was drawing to a close.
Virtil stood amidst the ruins of the eastern wall.
His armor had been shattered beyond repair.
Deep wounds covered his body.
Blood flowed continuously from countless cuts.
Opposite him stood Morgro.
Unlike Virtil, the towering giant is untouched.
Even methods that consumed his own lifespan. None of them had been enough.
Every attack had been crushed by Morgro's overwhelming strength.
Virtil laughed bitterly.
"So this..."
"...is the difference."
Morgro calmly rested his enormous weapon upon his shoulder.
"You fought well."
Virtil smiled.
"Coming from you..."
"I'll take that as an honor."
