The pursuers backed away, being extremely wary of the man they knew the infamous reputation of. The recent times were peaceful, like a calm before the storm, so many people had forgotten his name that echoed in the battlefields.
Arkham glanced over his future victims before looking in a faraway direction. Nobody except him could see what he was seeing, not even Cassandra. He opened his mouth and said in a loud tone,
"Kid, observe. This is how Grandmasters fight. I don't know if you've ever seen a fight of this caliber, but it'll be a valuable experience regardless."
In the direction where Arkham was looking, inside the canopy of a faraway tree, a young man sat while holding a half-bitten, juicy fruit in his hands. He was looking at the fight from far away, a privilege given by his senses of Celestial mind.
'Heh, I've seen a lot more than this young man, but I guess I'll entertain him.'
"Do show me, I'll be expecting a great performance…"
