Sprawled on the ground, Drius stared up at the magically imbued ceiling, his chest heaving as he gulped down breath after breath.
Each beat of his heart throbbed in sync with the resonating echo of his defeat.
He had lost. And to a boy who wasn't even wielding a weapon.
The bitter tang of the realization lodged itself in his throat, the sting in his pride far surpassing the physical pain.
'I was wrong…'
A glimmer of a smile crossed his lips as he ruminated on the irony. He, a Grand Knight, had been the one brimming with arrogance, while the boy named Luke had simply shown the strength he possessed.
His gaze flickered towards Seraphina, whose eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of admiration.
'She must have realized it now… how valuable this man is…'
He had to admit it, she had brought back a veritable monster.
