("The ultimate goal of evolution is the attainment of perfect beauty, without which this world is not worth existing.")
At the announcement of his name, Kritos made his way toward the arena of fire.
As he crossed it, there was no heat, no sensation. An illusion, he might have thought, if it weren't for Gramm's will not to reduce him to ashes before those flames.
He didn't have time to linger and observe the ring.
His opponent was already there, wearing an expression just as neutral and unreadable as his own.
Kritos' gaze then fell upon Sirius' appearance: messy cyan hair, one missing arm, an ordinary yet strangely elegant demeanor, and an aura that seemed unremarkable at first glance.
He might have been mistaken, thinking Sirius was nothing more than that… if he hadn't had the opportunity to heal him and thus study his body down to the smallest detail.
("A true diamond, carefully sculpted, and yet nothing about it shows.")
