Varyn stepped forward with a smirk, his blade glowing with the swirling winds of his Iron Tempest Blade. He was now ready to avenge his loss that he had suffered from her two days ago.
"You're going to regret this, Lucy," he taunted, his tone dripping with arrogance. Behind him, his subordinates, bolstered by Caius's Tempest's Rally, unsheathed their swords, the wind swirling around them. The charged air made them feel invincible.
Caius stood confidently at the back, arms crossed, a sly smile playing on his lips. "She won't last a minute against us," he said, his voice calm but filled with superiority. "Don't make it too easy, Varyn."
"Don't worry," Varyn replied, "I plan on taking my time with this."
