Thump!
A dull sound intertwined to the solemnity of the atmosphere when Yman threw the corpse of Evil Rat to the side.
Plok, plok, plok! Droplets of blood departed from the tips of his fingers. It was dripping onto the ground like sticky excrement.
His back was still facing at her when they heard him saying, "How ironic..." his voice was trailed with regret, dismay, and disappointment. "I remembered someone told me that as weak as I am was nothing to her. Yet..." he stopped and side-glanced at the girl at his back. "Is this the extent of your 'Power'? Or you misunderstand the concept of the word 'Stronger'?"
Maena frowned but she remained quiet because she felt something unusual with him at this moment.
"Someone who has strength but incapable of surviving a little struggle is much weaker than someone with a little strength but capable of advancing through any hurdle." His voice wasn't loud nor low. But the meaning behind it was clear to them.
