The air inside the gaming dungeon was thick with tension and the echoes of clanging armor.
One by one, Wallace's subordinates had faced Butler Mendez, and one by one, they had fallen.
Even with the knowledge of Mendez's technique, they had been unable to withstand his swift and precise strikes. Only Rederic had performed well enough to last a little longer, earning a measure of respect from the seasoned butler.
Now, as the dust settled and the bodies of fallen warriors vanished from the digital battlefield with only their armors would remain, only two figures remained standing under the simulated sky:
Wallace and Butler Mendez.
The sun's rays bathed them in a golden light, and a gentle breeze seemed to whisper of the impending confrontation.
Wallace took a deep breath, his gaze steady on Mendez.
The butler, for his part, stood calm and composed, his expression unreadable.
