Petne stood tall over the fallen form of Lucian, his shadows casting an unyielding presence across the battered, beaten werewolf. Lucian's chest heaved with shallow breaths, his once ferocious gaze now dull with defeat, his previous arrogance as he declared his challenge to Petne was no more.
"Did you really forget your previous defeat back then?" Petne wondered, back then during the academy tournaments he had defeated Lucian in a few moves.
He didn't understand where Lucian got the audacity to think this time will be any different.
Was it his ascendance into the Half-Primordial Realm? That could only be the reason.
Petne had known from the start that Lucian was no match for him despite the latter's recent progress into the Half-Primordial Realm.
Their fight had barely required quatwr his true power, only fragments of his strength slipping through as he danced through Lucian's relentless but futile assaults.
