Disappearance of Fighters!

The young man sighed deeply, running a hand through his neatly combed hair as he paced the room. His steps were measured, but there was a sharp tension in his movements, betraying the turmoil in his mind.

"Another monster so young," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His words hung in the air like a grim acknowledgment of reality. He stopped pacing and turned to Howard, his piercing gaze filled with unease. "If that's the case, normal fighters don't stand a chance against him."

Howard, sitting stiffly as a servant tended to the metallic gashes on his body, nodded in agreement. His face was grim, every word weighed down by the bruising defeat he had just endured. "You're right," he rasped, his voice low and bitter. "Unless the elders get involved."