"Begin." The officer's voice came out dry.
Silas's saber trembled slightly; it was the reaction of his muscles under intense tension and fury. Silas's extreme anger and bitterness clearly fired up everyone from the Red River Pact clan.
Mason nodded. His whole body got covered in a layer of ice and a blood-red aura.
Silas took a deep breath and then pulled a hood over his head. All his clothes and his saber glowed subtly.
Darian watched, surprised — that was a pretty rare blessing, simply called Durability. It lets you focus on anything close to your body and make it as tough as the best metal.
"You're a foolish, pathetic boy," Mason whispered mockingly, "If you'd surrendered right away, we'd have been pissed and disappointed. But now, you're so dumb you chose to fall into my hands... what a joy."
Mason felt like he'd won the lottery. He could help his clan and get a bonus later, and on top of that, he was gonna crush the fight.
