***
Southern Cross, presented what a Knight should be, standing tall and poised, his long sword glimmering with light behind his kite shield, the usual equipment chosen by Knights like himself.
Opposite him stood a man who mirrored him in all but appearance, his augmented suit in the design of a white cloak instead of its default state.
Their gazes locked, and unlike all the duels going on around them, respect, not disdain or anger, filled their eyes.
They were Knights and they treated each other as such.
No matter where they had come from, this single fact wouldn't change.
"Here I come, Abyad!"
"I'm waiting, Cross!"
The two Knights wasted no time—Southern Cross lunged forward, his Aetheric Blade slicing through the air.
His opponent was quick to parry, their blades meeting in a blinding flash of Aether.
