"However," John began with a serene tone, "your haphazard approach to combat is destined for failure. One only becomes stronger through adversity in battle. The next time we meet, I hope to see a more formidable young magus."
His voice, cool and steady, flowed effortlessly into Cloudsong's ears.
Cloudsong remained silent, etching every word from John into his memory.
This youth seemed to possess an innate inclination to heed advice.
Youth had granted him ample time, his greatest advantage.
Among the spectators, some held a resolute gleam in their eyes.
They internalized John's wisdom, resolving to seek greater strength within the game.
Meanwhile, Darklord and the members of the Wolf Guild quietly departed the viewing area.
Glaring at John's retreating figure, their hearts seethed with anger and envy.
"That guy remains as powerful as ever! But we must surpass him!" Darklord muttered through gritted teeth.
