Warlord Brontagar and Warlord Aerenya watched in utter shock as their eyes tracked Anthony and Raelith's movements.
Although they weren't swordmasters, neither of them used the blade, they weren't totally clueless either. Their enemies often wielded swords. Raelith, their companion, used one every single day.
They had seen enough swordplay over the millennia to know the basics. They understood what made a good swordsman, what made a great one, and what made monsters.
But what was happening in front of them made them question reality itself.
They had come here with a bet in mind. A wager born out of confidence. Absolute, unshakable confidence. A bet that seemed guaranteed from the very beginning, one that they didn't even think could go wrong.
Even the seal the Supreme Monarch had placed to balance the fight didn't worry Warlord Aerenya and Warlord Brontagar. Because in their eyes, the true essence of this battle wasn't power, it was experience. Battle experience.
