Frost stood forcibly opposed to Duke Runak, there was barely a metre between the two of them as they squared off with their auras in full swing.
Frost was like a stubborn rock refusing to crumble in the face of a raging sea.
Despite his weakness he boldly declared that the Duke wouldn't dare to kill him.
'This kid…' Duke Runak struggled to stop a genuine smile forming on his lips. Frost's character and bearing were qualities he greatly admired. He was weaker than himself, but he remained steadfast in his resolve, never backing down. He could tell that this wasn't due to simple arrogance or foolish stubbornness but from a well thought out and logical standpoint.
Frost knew his exact worth, he was strong, talented and never did anything that could truly pit him against the Duke but most of all he knew the weight of the unknown.
