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The battlefield, now a stage for the convergence of shadows and vengeance, held its breath as the impending clash loomed.
The stakes were higher than ever for Cain for the match wasn't a 2 by 1 match, for it is now equal, and the dance of darkness continued in this unrelenting tale of revenge.
With Arial by his side, his chances of winning just went up a few levels higher.
In a semi-damaged training field, two individuals Cain and Arial stare intently at their opponents Flair and his daemon.
"How can he summon his Daemon here?" Arial softly asks with worry in her tone.
Cain responded finding such a moment a terrible time to explain to her.
"I will explain later, but just know this. He doesn't have an astral form" Cain revealed, whispering close to only Arial's ear to hear.
Shock, confused and amazed. Arial went through these memories in a span of two seconds.
