Curtis had a bad premonition as a chill ran down his spine. He spun around but was too slow. He could only make out the glint of a blade as it stabbed at his face.
Ding!
The crisp sound of a blade colliding against a solid surface rang out and the red mist that obscured both fighters dissipated at once, revealing them both, as well as another person.
"That's enough, Rakon." A soft, soothing voice rang out and Rakon fell to his knees at once, his chest heaving with exertion. "You have done well in showing the pride of the White Millipedes, but I will take it from here."
Nedra's smile was radiant and warmed Rakon's heart deeply. He knew that he had done well to receive this praise from Nedra.
"As for you." Nedra turned to Curtis. "Come with me." She vanished together with Curtis, leaving the White Millipedes to rush down to help Rakon. He had been badly injured in the fight, but it was nothing fatal.
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