Zeres stood in front of Calithar with a sardonic smile stretching slowly across his lips. The duel between the two had long ended and both fighters were allowed to go, but Zeres still stayed back.
Since they were in the third heavens, other heavens weren't visible from where they stood. To avoid being attacked by members of the first and second who were mostly demons and evil beings, Calithar had to leave now.
Calithar remained still as Zeres approached him. He watched Zeres approach with an unreadable expression, the wind brushing softly against his hair and the faint glow of the heavenly horizon outlining his silhouette. His wings were folded calmly, although the edge of one still bore a faint burn from the duel. Zeres had used the very sun to burn him.
Without warning, Zeres pulled his fist back and launched it toward Calithar's face.
Calithar was quick enough to notice it on time and lifted his arm.
