"This shouldn't be all of your skill, undead spirit," said Joshua.
The warrior withdrew the Dragonslayer Swordspear and stood his ground, his presence calm like a towering peak. He did not continue his attack, or kill Armand a thousand times to shave away the source of the ghost army and destroy the general in the process.
"It seems you're seeking death," he said with a low voice instead. "Such a battle insults me. It's uninteresting to the very last."
Joshua's voice was thin and without emotion. At the moment, he shook his head as a mere fighter.
"I should be stronger?" Armand's expression was absentminded for a while as his body reassembled once more. Then, the corners of his mouth arced, but without any sentiment.
"Seems like something someone… No, a dragon had told me once before."
The dragon-armored general could not help reminiscing about something that had happened a long, long time ago.
When he still lived.
