"Tell me, are you not worried about your lives?" William paused before sizing up and down Sith the same way Sith measured him up before, "what grade are you at?"
"Gold grade!" Sith said in little pride, and William knew he was a prodigy just like Ibra.
"I have to tell you this… I also have a gold grade spirit master in my team, the one you saw before. And I also met a group of dark spirit masters, led by a gold grade dark spirit master. I'm sure you already know all of this, but in the end, one got to run away fast, and the other got strangled by the swarms of monsters. We can't survive this, not even with you around."
"But…"
"Believe me, it's not easy to shake off that scary monster. We can deal with anything here, but not that damn bastard. It's a real nightmare, and we don't have a chance if he totally surrounds us with its copies."
"..."
