Chapter 67 - The Dawn of Antiquity: The Arrival of the Dark God - Chapter Sixty-Seven

I waited for the moment when the trumpets would signal the start of the battle. My opponent, Bernkor the Voidless, stood motionless like nothing in this world mattered to him. His giant serrated sword was still dug into the sand next to him. My grip tightens around the shaft of my oversized hammer. The vast crowd had grown silent, anticipating the coming duel. As I stare at the hulking mass of a man, I try to gauge his strengths and weaknesses. This proves to be impossible at a glance. All I could tell was that he was a definite threat. There were no questions or illusions about that. My gut instincts were bursting with warnings. I couldn't underestimate him or act recklessly in this match. There was no charging in without a strategy or trying to end the match quickly. The only decisive tactic I could do was fight with all my might and experience.