"Agh... Sven Hellem... It's been a long time since anyone pissed me off like you did..." Polosa muttered as she took a step forward, heading for the spear.
Sven was silent before he had openly mocked Polosa, not even considering her as an equal opponent, but now things had changed. He had become much more serious and was ready to fight to the fullest.
For some, the Form was the peak of strength, the Dragons had their own special stage, but Polosa had a special situation.
"Damn... Looks like the fight went to the next stage pretty quickly..." Marlis muttered with a complicated expression.
"Hmm? Is that spear that important?" Osvald glanced at her, giving her a questioning look.
Marlis nodded slightly, "Yeah... The Nameless King has a very special sword, everyone knows that, but I'd say this spear is even more dangerous."
Osvald's eyes went wide, he didn't expect to hear such a thing since he knew well what Gladius was capable of.
