Razeal facepalmed the moment he saw the green-haired woman step into the arena.
"Ask for shitty luck, and it answers," he muttered, laughing under his breath. Then came a long sigh. Sometimes, I don't even feel good when my plans go exactly how I wanted… Maybe I should've just let Areon fight me. He winced internally. That would've been a thousand times easier.
Regret stabbed through him. Poisoning Areon had seemed smart at the time. Tactical. But now? Now it just felt like totally bad idea.
If he had known the system had a training function, he might've built an entirely different plan. But at the time, it hadn't been an option. And now that it was… too late. No more "could haves." Not with her standing in front of him.
