At the cabin of the Slash Pirates ship, two men jolted awake from their dreaming state.
"Ah!" Ambrose gasped loudly and touched his chest, feeling the racing heartbeat.
"Hah..." Adam let out a short chuckle and leaned on his chair, his blind eyes glancing around the cabin. "You killed us both, huh?"
"Who died first?" Ambrose asked.
"Doesn't matter." Adam smirked. "Since that was basically a suicide attack, the result is a draw, and the bets are nullified."
Ambrose sighed and nodded. He wasn't happy with the outcome, but he was certain that nothing good would come from arguing against the result.
"You're indeed Reinhardt's disciple." Adam chuckled. "Your creativity is indeed top-notch, but there is a limit to how far that takes you."
"I ain't counting on creativity to become strong." Ambrose said and crossed his arms.
