Shemar bled from the corner of his head. His face was coated in blood, sweat, and dirt. His body felt numb and his lungs felt as if they contained lead.
Shemar winced in pain— clenching his teeth in agony. Though he knew it was a bad idea, he had chosen to fight Vesta in a battle for freedom. Unfortunately, Vesta had won easily— administering painful wounds to both Shemar's pride and body.
The reason for the fight had stemmed from Shemar's incapability to accept the deal that Serenity had proposed to Vesta. He did not wish to see himself nor anyone else become hostages for the Anunnaki. Due to this, Shemar had proposed to duel Vesta, in which the loser would accept whatever the winner proposed.
"You were foolish to challenge me. You barely have the strength of a Rank 1 Anunnaki, yet you thought you had a chance against a Rank 5?" Cursed Vesta.
