Miles slowly raised his trembling hand.
Blood dripped from his fingers.
His breathing was rough.
Heavy.
Broken.
Yet when Clarissa grabbed his arm and pulled him upward, the battlefield itself felt different.
Like the balance had shifted.
Like death itself had arrived for the enemies standing there.
Clarissa looked directly into Miles' exhausted eyes.
Wind moved violently around her flowing red and black robes.
"I have seen many battles."
Her voice was calm.
Cold.
"I have seen countless fighters."
Her eyes narrowed slightly while looking at the blood covering him.
"But I have never seen a true warrior like you."
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"Maybe that is why you are too far for ordinary people to reach."
Miles chuckled painfully while holding his wounded side.
"I lost to them…"
The moment those words left his mouth
BOOM!
Clarissa suddenly stomped her foot onto the ground.
The dust shifted beneath her.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
"Lost?"
