'That's right, I was chosen.' Cyril's mind returned to the present. Determination had filled his chest and drove his next actions with fervor.
'On that day I felt true strength. Power that could force people to their knees simply by being next to them! The world bends to his views simply by him telling them to! The Master is my ideal, and I cannot, will not, let him down!'
With his water construct in hand, Cyril charged towards Zain. The edge of his weapon was aimed right for Zain's exposed chest. With all the humiliation Cyril had suffered, he was going to make certain Zain wouldn't leave here alive, but his onyx black weapon clashed with a vibrant crimson blade, halting his attack. The force behind the two weapons clashing forced Cyril backwards. He lost his footing but was quick in regaining it after stabbing his weapon into the ground.
The feeling of their spells clashing still reverberated within his hands, and in that instant he knew something was different.
