"Are you planning on fighting alone, princess?" Umbral inquired, cocking his head like he always did. The faint smile that danced across his lips contained a sense of confidence as if he was already aware of the outcome.
His eyes–despite his body's immaturity–contained profound wisdom, as if he were a sage with a lifespan of an eternity. His gaze seemed to pierce through even the most subtle changes as if it were all-seeing.
"What if I am?" Eleanor shot back, her eyes swirling with an aura of confidence.
If Arthur were present, he would've mocked the red-haired woman for her naivety. Since he wasn't present, Umbral took the liberty to do so. "Princess, no offense, but you can barely fight a few of my shadows. Barely a few. Try not to allow overconfidence to ruin your life… which might end soon."
