The sword tip hovered above Viviana's brow.
"You've lost."
The Crown Prince's face bore a confident smile, conquering the inner demons of over two decades in a single day, feeling an unparalleled release: "All these years, you've remained stagnant, while my strength has long since transformed beyond your imagination."
He never considered Viviana much of a warrior; her disposition was soft and gentle, like the setting sun at dusk, whereas a warrior needed a heart of steel.
Yet the smile on his face quickly froze.
Before him, Viviana burst into an illusion with a bang, and simultaneously, from all directions, countless afterimages flashed by, each resembling Viviana.
Behind a group of Candle Knights stood the one Candle Knight holding a candlestick.
The candlestick was unlit.
