"Wow, you are alive and kicking already." Descending the stairs, Clifford muttered when he arrived at the first floor where the wagers took place. Naturally, that was the Iron Monarch he had beaten a day ago. Observing him fight vigorously was pleasant because it reminded Clifford of himself at a time when he kept throwing himself into trouble so his body could absorb the dark force while he slept.
Clifford could easily tell that while the guy was taking his fight seriously, he was allowing himself to receive some damage, which made him understand that the guy still had enough dark force in his body.
'Since he's doing fine, I better prepare some more dark force for him.' Making up his mind, Clifford decided to go out on a hunt, thinking that guy might become an addict soon if his plan progressed the way he wanted. Thinking deeply, Clifford decided to raid a base or two of the dark syndicate, or whatever they called themselves.
