A few dozen kilometers from the besieged town, Karna's eyes narrowed into solar slits. Scrutinising the blond man opposing him, his fists trembled around his spear.
More than the initial curiosity he had felt, his warrior's heart roared to life—its drumming a war hymn reverberating in his ears.
When was the last time he enjoyed a battle?
The question rumbled in his mind as he rummaged through his memories. But even then, he shook his head. From his time, his five fingers numbered more than the worthy opponents he had met. Yet, Achilles bested them all in skills to reach his unmatched mastery over weapons.
He jumped back and struck his chest as his voice echoed his respect.
"My name is Karna, the son of the sun god."
Meanwhile, the intricate depictions carved on Achilles' shield reflected the sun's light. Scenes of peace and wars engraved by Hephaestus in person sparked as he lowered it.
