For Corbin, it felt like the world itself had been turned upside down. Ever since his defeat against Damian during the battle with Duke Haborym, he had trained relentlessly for this very moment.
This loss shattered his pride completely. It forced him to reflect upon himself, his faith, his weakness and the limits of his humanity. He prayed harder, trained harder and endured more pain.
He devoted every waking moment toward becoming stronger so that the next time they met, he would stand tall before this demon. Yet now that long awaited day has finally arrived and he lost without even making Damian sweat.
The realization crushed him far more brutally than physical pain ever could.
As someone who had improved so drastically within such a short period of time, standing before Damian now somehow made it feel like he had not improved at all.
No… It felt worse than that. It felt like he had become weaker.
Corbin slowly lowered his gaze toward his trembling hands.
