The fate of the battle had been sealed from the very beginning. And it was only now, at this very moment, that Lenn finally realized it.
'...H—How?'
Beneath the helm that obscured his face, his eyes trembled. He was strong. He was powerful. He had trained relentlessly, evolving into a warrior whose battle instincts soared beyond the reach of even his most gifted peers.
He was a genius!
And yet—
—Did it really mean that effort did not matter at all?
Had their terrifying experiences in the crucible of the Dark Continent truly carved them into something other, something insurmountable? Did it make them exist on a plane where dominance was an inevitability?
'...No.'
That wasn't the case. Lenn had fought several arrogant students from the Dark Continent before.
They were different, yes—battle monsters in their own right—but he had always won.
But this battle…
This battle was different.
