Luthra sat alone in Silas's former quarters, his back against the headboard of the ridiculously oversized bed. The silk sheets felt wrong to be in, too expensive. Everything in this room screamed of excess and cruelty.
He closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to the fight.
'I got lucky. Really, really lucky.'
The Sigil of Binding had been the only reason he'd won. Without it, Silas would have turned him to stone in the first thirty seconds. No amount of speed or strength mattered when your opponent could kill you with eye contact.
'If anyone finds out I used a magic item, they'll kill me. The Syndicate, Moria, hell even Misha and her crew. Nobody respects a cheater.'
The thought made his stomach turn. His entire reputation, everything that was keeping him alive right now, was built on a lie. He wasn't some unstoppable fighter who could take down B-rank hunters. He was just a guy with a weird system and access to impossible artifacts.
'I'm getting sloppy. Overconfident.'
