From each slash I could fell the challenge going higher, moving on instinct I too increased my pace, what I didn't know is the challenge I felt was the slash the elder had sent to cut down mine, sensing the change In the air I sent more wanting to kill that sense of danger
On the other hand elder moro we cursing inside him, he had sent a slash strong enough to cut mine off, instead it ignite the flame of challenge, now he had to keep up if he doesn't want his library to be cut in half or ruined
Each slash becoming stronger than the last, to say the truth the challenge sent his blood boiling he didn't know when he became engrossed in it not just to protect his library but to prove his point of been superior
The little blood boiling challenge didn't cover his sense of reasoning as he could feel the former growing with each of the slash, this little competition is like a push for him as he kept going from small success, mid success, great success, perfection
