"Tch! The so-called Red-Caped Demon…"
"You're nothing but a joke."
The Flowing Swamp Leader sneered, his golden armor gleaming in the flickering firelight. He looked upon the smoldering battlefield with a mixture of contempt and amusement.
Not just him—the gathered crowd shared his sentiment. They had expected Dawn to put up a fight, to struggle against the overwhelming might of a Gold-ranker. Instead, he had been wiped out in a single attack.
Anticlimactic.
A veteran warrior in the crowd sighed and shook his head.
"Take this as a lesson, young ones," he said, voice carrying the weight of years. "No matter how strong you think you are, you cannot stand against the world alone."
A few warriors grit their teeth, their hands tightening into fists. The words stung, but they held their tongues.
.....
Mira Silverfire stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat.
No… this doesn't make sense…