Heroic Spirit Palace, West corridor.
"Damn it, I almost stabbed you too just now!"
Wya gasped for breath as he extracted his single-edged sword from the last enemy's body. He patted himself on the left side, apparently the injuries had split open. "Who arranged this strange combination for a group?"
The dead body was flipped over as Kohen Karabeyan miserably got up from under it. He felt his skin crawl as he watched Wya's sword being extracted right beside his ear and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I just can't compare to Miranda. I'm not as strong as Raphael and I'm definitely not as able to fight as the White Blade Guards, veterans of a hundred battles," the police officer said perfunctorily. "That's why I needed your help… Your Excellency, attendant Wya Caso!"
Just a moment ago, Kohen and Wya had escaped from several interceptions by the Black Sand Region's elites.
