"You want a sword fight? Well, at least, entertain me." Lukros remarked as he slowly grasped the sword he created.
Just in front of him, Commander Xiaorong was intently staring at him with uncertain emotions rampaging within his system. As his eyes gawked, his mouth was left open.
'The more I think about it, the more I get curious.' Commander Xiaorong thought, then he continued. 'I should catch this bastard and get as much information as I can. The lord will be pleased with these results.'
Meanwhile, Lukros was having deep thoughts. Lukros reflected on his previous self, wondering what he really needed to do.
There was as if a sentiment that lingers within his mind that he wanted to pay heed to. But as much as he wants to, he unintentionally escapes it and ignores it.
'But how can I change it every time I stumble upon those thoughts, I suddenly escape.' He sighed.
