Lucian dropped to one knee, his katana anchoring him as he struggled to catch his breath.
Every last drop of his mana had been expended.
His body refused to obey him, he couldn't move, couldn't so much as lift a finger, having poured the remnants of his energy into the soul based attack.
Yet, despite his exhaustion, a faint smile found its way to his lips.
He had finally emerged victorious over his opponent.
Not just any opponent, but Aaaninja.
At last, he had prevailed.
'The author didn't betray me'
The thought crossed his mind as a weary smile tugged at his lips.
A battle that had spanned a lifetime.
Lucian had employed the same strategy Anthony once used to defeat Aaaninja, forcing him into a fleeting moment of stillness.
However, unlike Anthony, he had not relied on the time element.
Instead, he had wielded blood.
