And so, as the battlefield raged on, Willow found himself engaged not only in the present clash of powers but also in a deeper duel of intentions. [The Sage]'s closed eyes hid a knowledge, a history between them that shaped their roles in this unfolding narrative.
He seemed calm, even though he should be anything but. Just like how Willow was agitated just being near the Sage and his 'inferior' power system, the Sage should be absolutely agitated or at least he should have shown some signs of annoyance just from seeing Willow.
And, Willow knew that the Sage saw him. There was nothing on this battlefield that the blind Sage didn't see. Oh, that was ironic.
"I can't let him know about my constitution," Willow looked at the Sage, then at the other promising prospects in this tournament. "Neither can any of these bloodthirsty perverts."
