"You can't be serious," Seraphina whispered into the sudden silence. "Did he just beat Asheran's at Grade 8?"
"We can all see that." Griffin didn't know what to think again, was Belialthorn telling the truth about him being high level? But that's impossible! Something that made no sense but he had seen him fight, this was no enchanted tools.
Griffin hesitated before he took a steps forward but Thal rushed past him with a snort.
"You're not dead, are you, Asheran? I didn't hit you that hard." Belialthorn called.
Asheran shuddered and groaned as he sat up, blinking rapidly. A red shaped hand was imprinted in his left cheek, covering most of his right head. Surprisingly he hadn't let go of his swords.
"I....lost?" Asheran said. He was so surprised all he could do was look from his swords to Belialthorn.
