Stake stabilized his breathing and gradually revealed a smile.
"You can make a bet, o famous Zakriel. Maybe I'm just bluffing? Maybe this is just flash and smoke?"
He shook the sphere in his hand, and it made a disturbing buzzing sound.
The Knight of Judgment stared at the sphere. The veins on his hand were about to bulge out of his skin.
Thales widened his eyes.
'How…'
"I have to say that everything from earlier left a deep impression on me, Knight of Judgment," said the smirking Stake.
"It seems that you are still full vim and vigor."
Zakriel snorted disdainfully.
"As for you, Your Highness, you also gave me quite a surprise." The leader of the assassins turned to Thales as he panted slightly.
"But isn't it a pity to die here with me?"
Thales looked at Stake and bit his lower lip.
With the appearance of the sphere, the situation slipped in a direction they could not control again.
