Before The Storm

"N-No! Please!"

The Prince stumbled back, his eyes bulging and his breath ragged.

One blow.

That was all it took to crush his confidence to smithereens and destroy his pride.

Robert grew up in a pampering environment since childhood. All the 'challenging' fights he had until this point were carefully planned by the people behind him.

Other than those 'challenges', the people he fought against were always weaker than him.

It was his first time fighting against an overwhelming enemy.

Robert still had moves he didn't use, treasures he didn't activate, tactics he didn't apply.

But it didn't matter anymore.

As Varian raised his sword, the Prince felt something inside him die. It was his fire—the pride of a warrior and the confidence in one's strength.

He didn't want to experience that terrible pain again. Others thought it was just a cut of an arm but only he knew that Varian's aura was inside his body, wrecking havoc.