Standing opposite each other on the battle stage, two young men stood, their backs as straight as spines while a trident taller than they were was held in their hands.
Zeras looked at Sammodra but soon ignored him due to his arrogant expression as he looked at the crowd instead. He could see them cheering loudly for Sammodra as if the conclusion of the battle had already been made up in their mind.
"They seemed pretty confident in you, didn't they?" Zeras asked chuckling but all he met was the cold eyes of Sammodra filled with disdain.
"I don't think you're worthy enough to chat with me, are you?" Sammodra said causing a surprised expression to appear on Zera's face before widening Into a smile.
A bloodthirsty smile. He could feel Sammodra's arrogance was deeply rooted in his bones and wasn't at all formed. It was as natural as a god to a mortal.
But he will make sure to properly wash away that arrogance from his bones.
"Ready, Goooo---"
