"Is this up to your standards?"
Arthur's voice came out deep and hoarse as if he had grown years in this shadow form. He wasn't even aware he was speaking in demon tongue.
Mafias Rey grinned from the other side, surprised and not surprised at the same time. He expected this from someone as strong as Arthur—a god vessel. He turned, slowly while trying to maintain a calm demeanor.
"You've grown stronger, haven't you?"
"A lot more than you think." Arthur replied.
Then let's see if you're up for the challenge." Mafias smirked and he vanished along with his presence.
CLANG!. The sound of his sword echoed when a plant vine appeared from behind. he sensed it when it was close enough to tamper with his senses. He had noticed the wind change.
