Almita's gaze was on the floor as she made her way through the hallway, continuously mulling over Ary's cryptic words.
'What does he mean by that person being him?' She pondered, then slowly shifted her gaze outside the window, noticing Ary fighting toe-to-toe with Morthrax.
Experiencing a sudden frisson of frustration, she muttered, "Why is understanding you becoming so perplexing now, Master—Ary, I mean."
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In the sky, a tumult of wind and dust shrouded the area as a resounding roar echoed, accompanied by the clash of a blade and a scythe. Amidst the chaos, Ary laughed menacingly, exclaiming, "Marvelous! More! More!" as he battled Morthrax.
"Tch! This maniac!" Morthrax clicked his tongue, twirling his scythe with the intent to behead Ary.
*CLINK*
However, Ary successfully managed to defend himself with his blade and grinned at Morthrax.
