Adrian was sitting on a bench in what appeared to be the hypogeum of this strange Arena-like structure. He had changed into all-black, somewhat loose garments for the upcoming duel.
A wooden sword rested in his hands.
Adrian casually ran his finger across the wooden blade's edge as if to pass the time.
'It is so obvious what Mother is trying to do.'
Any sane person would be able to conclude that this duel was meaningless and its outcome was decided from the start. Adrian was obviously going to win.
And that had nothing to do with the gap between the two in terms of talent or ability. It was something more obvious and simple.
It was the gap in their levels.
His brother was nine and had reached Phase One when he was around eight years old. Adrian, meanwhile, had already ascended to Phase Two.
