Gradually, the fainted youths opened their eyes, rising from the ground, only to feel deceived.
Morbia and Sylvia were preparing for battle.
"What, they're going to fight?!" the young man exclaimed irritably.
The girl beside him frowned. "I thought everyone would have a chance!"
"Yeah! Let us prove ourselves!"
Zoran lifted his chin, a shadow falling across his face as he glared at them as if they were pathetic worms.
"You had your opportunity. You couldn't stay on your feet in front of my aura. Look at yourselves! Your robes are filthy, and your faces are covered in dust! You better watch and learn if you don't want to spend your whole life watching the borders!"
No one dared to object.
Kain smirked, leaning on the pillar.
"Well, well. Yesterday, Loir interrupted us, but today, I'll see what you're capable of." his eyes traveled from Sylvia to Morbia. "And, not just you."
Zoran raised his hand - the fight was about to begin.
"Wait."
