Galthor and Commander Oryn stared at each other in the fighting pit, ignoring the eyes of the people staring down at them from the edge.
They took measures of each other. The commander carried only a short sword and held it casually in his hand as he stared at Galthor with indifference. It seemed that although he didn't say anything, he agreed with the people who said the duel was beneath him and a waste of time.
Galthor, on the other hand, appeared serious as he watched his opponent. He carried no weapons of his own, preferring to fight with his bare hands even after Karathra tried her best to convince him otherwise.
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his fingers, his brain working fast. In this Divine World, while essence users and their masters were powerful, their power was somehow straightforward.
