When Amberser saw Allen Watson, the once spirited Paladin was despondently sitting on the ground.
The longsword lay beside him, its blade riddled with cracks and notches—clear signs of an exceedingly fierce battle.
Allen was bruised and swollen as though he had been thoroughly beaten, and his formerly handsome face was now unrecognizable. However, his mental trauma seemed to be far worse than his physical injuries, the light had left his eyes, aging him by what looked like over a decade.
Meanwhile, Headless Bro stood to the side, casually filing his nails.
Amberser asked in surprise, "What did you do to him?"
Headless Bro shook his head, and with some disdain, said, "Just gave him a little lesson. Today's Paladins are nothing like they were back in the day. It's laughable that someone of this skill level would dare to go out and train alone. The Laine Empire has really fallen."
Amberser asked curiously, "Sounds like you hold a personal grudge?"
